Touch In The Dark

Chapter 31

Evelyn's POV

*Trigger Warning*

This chapter talks about traumatic sexual acts. If you think this may trigger something, then please skip ahead.

Snooping

(adjective)

Relating to or engaged in a furtive attempt to find out information about someone's private affairs

Dimitri really didn't want me going to meet Mark's parents. Surprisingly, puppy eyes work well on him.

Mark and his parents seem close, but not as close as I was with my mom, I don't think anyone could feel as close to anyone as I did to her.

"Tell me more about you dear. What would you like in life?" Mark's mom asks me.

I think for a moment. We've been sitting and chatting at this dinner table for hours now and my ass is beginning to hurt from the wooden chair.

"I'm not sure," I think back to what Dimitri told me, it's okay to not know, "I'm just figuring myself out." I smile.

Her eyes widen with my response as if she wasn't expecting a nineteen-year-old to have her life fully together. I'm not even twenty yet, I can't even drink so why am I being looked at like I killed her puppy?

"Well, would you like kids one day?" Her head tilts.

I do, ever since I was little. I nod to her with a smile. Her lips curl upwards showing me she approves.

I honestly don't really know if Mark is someone I want to have kids with. I like him a lot, he's attractive and all but...I'm not in love with him by any means.

The night drags on with Mark talking about his future plans, which one of his plans include proposing to me. I think it's way too soon, we've only been dating for a couple months.

Mark and I close the door to his old room, and he plops in the bed, patting the mattress for me to join him. I wearily sit next to him and give him a weak smile. I feel uncomfortable here. I even forgot my diary so I can't distract myself.

"What's on your mind babe?" Mark's words cut my train of thought.

"I'm just tired." I give him a lazy half smile.

"Babe, I want to ask you something. And I don't want you to be mad at me."

I raise my eyebrows, turning towards him so he can ask.

"Are you a virgin?" He deadpans.

My heart sinks into my stomach. "What makes you think that?" I try to play it off.

"Well, you act like one," he looks away from me, "you're not very affectionate, you stopped us from having sex, you never act sexy, so I'm just curious." I can be sexy...and affectionate...

"Would it change your opinion of me if I were a virgin?" I ask hoping it wouldn't change anything.

He sits up on his knees with a smile. "No babe! It'd be amazing if you were a virgin. That's like every guy's dream."

I smile to myself. Every guy's dream? So, it's not bad that I'm inexperienced. I assumed every man or woman my age has done it at least a few times, that's what social media haves you believe, I guess.