“Uh yeah,” he answers mockingly, like I’m stupid.
My cheeks blaze. I always thought my breasts sagged too much to show anyone.
But he’s still here. Looking at me like he might actuallytouch me.
“My turn.” He hooks his thumbs in his underwear’s waistband and pulls down without ceremony, just raw, shameless confidence.
My mouth parts. My eyes widen. I catch only a flash before I look away, too flustered to process it fully.
I’ve never seen one in person. It’s so intimidating.
“That’s supposed to fit in me?” I say aloud, horrified, my words slipping out before I can stop them.
“It’ll fit.” He doesn’t smile, as if he expected that response. “Breathe, Charlotte. Don’t pass out on me again.”
My stomach flips. He knows I’m panicking.
Stay calm.I think I’m sweating. I don’t know what’s happening. Grayson is in my room, naked, and he wants... me.
Oh God,pleasedon’t pass out.
“Your panties,” he reminds me.
I can’t do it. It feels like I am out of place in my own room. This is too much.
I blurt. “I’m not ready for you!” I cross my arms over my naked chest, my whole body tense.
He furrows his brow, confused. “What do you mean?”
I startle. He’s suddenly right in front of me. His fingers slide beneath my chin and tilt my face up. It’s not gentle. It’s firm.
He wants me to look at him.
“I, I mean, you’re...” I swallow hard. “Grayson, you’re out of my league. I don’t know what I’m doing. Look at me. I’m already shaking, and you said you don’t like virgins because they’re nervous.”
He exhales and rolls his eyes.
He’s not getting it—
“That’s exactly why I should be your first.”
My breath catches.
His hand cups my jaw. “I’ll teach you.”
He leans in. Before I can blink, his mouth brushes mine.
I’m still, arms at my side.
He presses down, a gentle kiss. Then another, hinging open his jaw. His glorious tongue fills my mouth. He pauses.
“Open wider,” he murmurs against my lips.
I do.
His tongue caresses mine. I copy him.
“Follow my pace,” he breathes, gripping my jaw tightly. “You’re moving too fast.”
