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“I’ve never done this before.”

His eyebrows draw together.

“Done what?”

I give him a look.

He blinks.

Then his eyes widen.

“Wait.”

I nod.

“You’re…”

“Yes.”

“Autumn.”

“Grayson.”

He drags a hand over his face.

“Fuck.”

“Well, that was the general idea.”

He laughs once, stunned.

“Jesus Christ, Pumpkin.”

“What?”

“You’re telling me you’ve never been with anybody?”

“No.”

“Not once?”

“Pretty sure I’d remember.”

He stares at me.

I fold my arms.

“Can you stop looking at me like I’ve just announced I’m secretly a nun?”

“Trying to wrap my head around it.”

“What’s so difficult to understand?”

“You’re twenty-eight. You’re gorgeous. You’ve got men lining up to take you out.”

“Yes, well, most of them are idiots.”

“And I’m not?”