Something About Sam

Chapter 27

Taite and I are sitting in the middle of the stage that I'm going to perform on in two hours. He's got his legs spread wide and he's leaning back on his hands so I'm forced to look at everything I've been missing the past few months. I'm supposed to be doing sound check but Lena and her band got roped into some interview, so I decided to come out and show Taite the stage from my point of view. We've been asking each other questions for the better part of an hour, and I've learned all about Boone and Taite's football mates and how his classes have been going (amazing, of course--he's a genius) and what he's been doing for fun.

I ask the dreaded question after a minute or so of silence. "You dating anyone?"

He looks at me with a soft smile and raises his eyebrows. "Really?"

I shrug, but it's a lame one because I'm sitting cross-legged across from him.

He shakes his head finally. "Of course not." He says it with such vehemence that a very guilty pit eats at my stomach. Yes, I have hooked up with a few of Lena's friends and some groupies since Taite broke up with me. They're always one time things, but they make me feel a little bit better. At least for a night.

"Kiss any other boys?" I ask him, just because I'm extremely damn curious and I know he would never lie to me. He's Taite Jefferson. Lying isn't in his repertoire. I'm afraid for the answer, but I'm too dumb not to ask.

Surprisingly, he shakes his head again. A pink blush hits his cheeks. I want to touch it. "You're still the only boy I've ever been attracted to."

I refuse to let myself scream with glee, but I definitely allow myself to smile a stupid, giddy smile. Once Taite sees how happy his comment makes me, he throws his head back and laughs. The sound literally melts my heart.

"Stop laughing," I say, still smiling. Because if he keeps laughing I may just jump on top of him and kiss him so hard he breaks in half.

"Sorry," he says, clearly still chuckling. "But you should have seen your face."

Another thought hits me. "What about girls? Kiss any of those?"

He stops laughing. He clears his throat, suddenly becoming someone whose face is stoic. Instantly I know that yes, he has kissed some of those. "Sam..."

"No, it's fine, Taite," I say because I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't. "I've been with other people too."

He licks his lips, nodding. "You mean other guys, not people."

He seems pissed. I can't bring myself to say: Obviously. I'm gay, Taite. So I just sit there.

He sits up straight. He cocks an eyebrow. "You let any of them fuck you?"

I snort at how possessive he sounds. He isn't my boyfriend. "No. But I could have. Me being single and all. I don't belong to anyone."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not trying to say your ass is mine," he growls when he speaks and again, I fight the urge to jump on top of him. He's so hot. Even when he's annoying me, he's so hot. "I'm just curious."

I realize I'm curious about something, too. "You still a virgin?" As soon as the question leaves my lips, I realize if he says No, I'm not, I'm probably going to cry. Because that means he fucked someone when he could have been fucking me. And that means that I no longer get to take his virginity because let's face it, that shit is mine.

He rolls his eyes again. "I'm still a virgin, Sam." Again, the big stupid smile forms on my face and now he's not angry at me, or annoyed, he's laughing again. I crawl towards him because my body is telling me that's what I should do, and when I get closer to him he stops laughing and he looks terrified, with these wide eyes and this parted mouth. And I realize I've scared him by coming so close so I sit back on my knees and tilt my head, and quietly say, "Good. Because that shit," I pause, looking at him all over. "Is mine."