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“She isn’t…yet. She will be in six days,” he muttered under his breath.

“So she’s sixteen,” I told him. “And she’s not just going to randomly sleep with guys. If she’s anything like most sixteen-year olds, she’ll have her first sexual experience, realize it’s not as great as it was made out to be, then never really think about it again.”

He shot me a dirty look, knowing I was lying.

I held my hands up in peace.

He then quickly changed the subject…sort of.

“So you’re telling me your real first experience was that horrible?” He asked carefully.

I grimaced.

“Yes,” I said, nodding my head for emphasis. “It was so horrible, in fact, that I cried for nearly four hours afterward.”

“Why?” He pushed, stretching his legs out in front of him in front of the fire.

The move put his arm along the back of the couch where my shoulders rested, and I felt a shiver run up my spine when his hot skin brushed the skin of my neck.

“The usual, I guess,” I shrugged. “I was a virgin. He was big and didn’t care that I was inexperienced. He pretty much used me.”

He grumbled something under his breath.

“What?” I asked.

“I said not everyone with a big cock acts like that asshole did,” he said more clearly this time.

My eyes widened as he turned away, studying the fire in front of us.

Did he have a big cock, I wondered?

My eyes went to his lap, but the blanket that was bunched up at his waist didn’t really give me the best of views.

“No,” he answered my question.

“No what?” I questioned.

“Nothing,” he muttered.

“Tell me!” I ordered him.

I was a persistent devil, if nothing else.

He looked over at me, studying my expression, then grinned before shrugging.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me...” he said.

“Tell you what?” I asked. “I don’t have a cock, big or small.”

He shuffled the cards in his lap before dealing out an even hand to the both of us.

“Let’s play War,” he taunted.

I laughed in his face.

“Ok, that’s fine,” I repositioned myself. “But what was it you wanted me to tell you?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, looked around, then looked back at me.