V I R G I N [ s h o r t s t o r y ]

c h a p t e r f o u r

I fell asleep in his arms with my pullover off but the rest of my clothes still on. He had taken his shirt off as well so I could feel his skin up against mine.

It felt warm and soft and warm and soft and warm and somehow familiar which is strange because I haven't known him for any longer than a couple of weeks.

We started meeting up more often, and with every time we ended up in his bed to chill, I lost another piece of my clothes.

Yet I was still a virgin.