He's My Nerd (Harry Styles as Marcel fanfic)

Chapter 31

A/N sorry I'm not writing smut so you'll have to live without it - I need jesus enough as it is lol

Rosalind's POV

Marcel and I lay silently under the covers of my bed, me tucked under his strong arm as he held me to his bare chest.

I was wearing just his T-shirt and nothing else as I claimed it before he could get to it. It was far too big for me but that's what I liked about it. He was once again just in his boxers, which I didn't mind at all.

I drew circles on his skin with my finger as we lay, our breathing now slow and relaxed as we recovered from our highs.

I wasn't a virgin before today - that's another story altogether - but I definitely felt different. I felt new and happy. Maybe it's because this time it was with someone I really loved and trusted completely.

All I could do was hope Marcel felt the same about me. This was a milestone for both of us. For a little while, we became one. It signified trust and love. We were both totally vulnerable and I knew Marcel was afraid due to his inexperience, but it was perfect.

He was perfect.

This wasn't at all meaningless sex, it was a landmark in our relationship and in his entire life.

I mean, Marcel was a virgin before today and I felt so special to be the one he trusted enough to give himself over to.

We hadn't really talked about sex before, but I expected it from the moment we got together. I guess Marcel expected it too, considering he now carried condoms with him.

But I suppose that's just what couples do. They get together, make out and make love. It's only natural. Even Marcel would know that.

We may be young, but let's face it. Even I can admit that teenagers are the worst for always having sex, what with the raging hormones and uncontrollable urges.

But, as cheesy as it sounds, this wasn't sex - it was love.

"Hey..." I whispered to him, ceasing the movement of my fingers on his porcelain skin.

"Hmm?"

"Do you... Do you regret this?" I asked cautiously, unsure of how sensitive the subject was.

"Why would you think that?"

"I don't know... you're quiet."

"Aren't I always?" He chuckled lightly.

"Not with me." I giggled softly in response. "But seriously..."

"No."

"Good." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you regret this?" He asked suddenly.

I copied his words from before. "Why would you think that?"

"Because I'm shamefully inexperienced and I worry that you wish you'd never gotten yourself into this." He sighed, his words falling out in a flurry.

"Marcel... You were fine - no - you were more than fine. Anyway, you can't expect to gain experience if you never try. And now that you have tried, you can try again... and again... and again!"

"Is that you offering?"

"Maybe." I smirked to myself, chuckling lightly.

"You didn't answer my question though."

"What?"

"Do you regret this?"

"No." I answered, sure of the simple word which made up my whole response. "I love you."