Secrets in the Attic (Secrets 1)

blouse and his fingers on my breasts, moving over my

nipples, lifting the blouse so he could bring his lips to

them.

"You want to go into the backseat?" he asked.

That was supposed to be my demand, but I was too

deep in thought. Anyway, this was no longer

happening the way Karen envisioned it would. "I thought we were going to talk about Karen,"

I said, "talk about what we could do to help her." "What can we do? She's gone. Running off. She

just wanted to be sure you and I were together before

she left us. She cared about you."

His hands were under Karen's skirt. He lifted it

a bit and looked.

"Wearing your bikini panties?" he asked,

continuing to explore with his fingers. "I guess she

was telling the truth. You guys did share everything " "Wait," I said, pushing on his chest. I moved

enough to the right to get out from under him and pull

myself back into a sitting position.

"What?"

"Why did you say your bikini panties?" "Because they're yours, right? What's the difference?" he asked, moving toward me again and bringing his lips to my neck. "I've got what we need. I

know you are concerned about it. Let's get into the

backseat. C'mon. You said you didn't have much

time."

This wasn't right. None of this felt right, and it

wasn't because I was frightened or because I believed

virginity was something to save. Karen couldn't accuse me of having those reasons to be reluctant. I

didn't like the way he was rushing us, acting as if I

had come solely for one purpose. It made me feel

cheap and him a hypocrite. He wasn't with me

because he felt I was special. He was with me because

he believed I was easy.