She hurriedly went to their rendezvous, afraid of making him wait again. She came earlier than him. Good thing, he arrived a couple of minutes after her.
They both rode the jeep that will lead them to a certain mall. They both agreed to watch a movie on his laptop in an inn. She brushed away those stares. They'll just watch a movie for pete's sake! Or maybe not.
Since the movie didn't turn out to be the best as they'd expected, he showed him card tricks. After a couple of minutes, they end up playing cards.
If he lose, she'll kiss him. If she lose, he'll kiss her. It was her turn to shuffle those cards leading him to win that round. He slowly frenched kiss her, explored his hands around her top.
She lost her senses because of those kisses, those kisses she'd been missing, those kisses that used to be only hers. She threw those doubts away, thinking she'll just think about those after giving in.
She felt those fireworks inside her. She knew she was wrong, so wrong. He had a girlfriend, the title that used to be hers. Yes. She was guilty, so guilty of loving him so.
She took a bath after making love, or should she say lust. She saw those lustful eyes, those eyes who took away her virginity. She cried in silence. She never felt that feeling of being unwanted ever since she fell for him.
She went out of the bathroom and saw him already dressed. She wore her dress, comb her hair and tied it into a bun. She then again, applied her lipstick and smiled. She saw his grin as he came near to her. He extended his hand, congratulating her. 'For what?' she thought. But she managed to show him a smile after all.
They both exited the inn. He invited her into a dinner or to bring her home, but she declined.
He hailed a cab for her, opened the door of the cab and waited as she hopped in. She wanted a kiss before going home but got none. She was too afraid to tell him.
And there she was, overthinking all over again. She just lost her virginity. She gave it to the boy who ruined her life.
You just don't give your virginity to anyone, right?

YOU ARE READING
The Girl
ChickLitBecause every girl has a story, she'd never tell. | photo from pinterest