Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 22

"A penny for your thoughts," I said, leaning in so that he could hear me. He'd looked entirely too pensive for the last few minutes, and I wondered if there was anything wrong. He usually wasn't this quiet.

"Why?"

"Why?" I repeated his question incredulously, not sure what he was asking.

"Yes, why didn't you tell me?" he questioned.

I sighed.

Here it comes, I thought.

The moment I've been dreading. It had been that obvious to him, after all. "Tell you what?" I murmured.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were a virgin?" Bradley wanted to know, enunciating each word slowly.

I paused before saying, "If I told you I was a virgin, would you have had sex with me?" It was almost an accusation rather than a question. I wanted him to be honest with me.

And he was, "No."

His answer stung, shooting an arrow straight into my heart.

But I hadn't expected anything else.

I'd just hoped...

"Well, there you have it." I stared up at the sky rather than look at him. I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in his eyes—or worse.

"That's why I didn't tell you. Because I knew you didn't want to waste your time and considerable talents having sex with a woman who couldn't return the favour." I said, staring at the sky.

He took my chin in his hands and turned my head, forcing me to look at him, "I wouldn't have had sex with you no matter how much I wanted to because a woman's first time is supposed to be special."

That temporarily stopped me in my tracks.

I looked at him for a long moment, trying to decide if it was just an excuse he was hiding behind or if he could actually mean what he was saying.

"What makes you think it wasn't?" I asked incredulously.

He frowned, "I should have gone slower."

A sad smile crept over my lips. "Any slower and I would have caught fire," I told him with a chuckle. There was just something about this man that made me heat up.

He smiled a little and shook his head, "I'm serious, Tiffany. You should have said something."

"It doesn't matter now anyway."

"But why..." I frowned at his question; what exactly did he want to know. "Why are you a virgin? You're in your twenties. Most girls I've met gave it up when they were teenagers. I'm pretty sure you're the oldest virgin I've ever met."

"Gee, thanks," I said, feeling rather insulted.

"It's not meant to offend you; I'm just shocked, so why? Why are you still a virgin, Tiffany?"

I sighed, "I don't know. I've had boyfriends, been on many dates, but they never work out; I guess I'm a boring person."

"You're not boring!" He said indignantly.

I snorted, "Tell that to my dates. When I talk about things I'm passionate about, I tend to get lost in another world, and my subject wanders. My dates usually fall asleep on me."

He chuckled at me and rolled over on his side, facing me. "No, that's not true, Tiffany. You're anything but boring."

I rolled my eyes. "I am."

"Okay, but even if you're boring, I'm sure you have men crawling at your feet when you go out. You're so damn sexy."

I blushed. "I, er, haven't had a very, um, active social life."