Chapter fourteen - Venera

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His eyes got big when I said my last words, his brows inching towards his hairline.

"What?" He asked, his voice containing a mix of shock and anger and disbelief.

I closed my eyes and tipped my head lower. "I'm a virgin." I murmured, knowing he wouldn't want someone as inexperienced as me.

Even after I said it, he still didn't push me from his arms and mocked me for still being a virgin. Most people did when they found out, mostly the ones in my highschool in Italy. The last two years of highschool nothing mattered more than loosing your virginity and I was through the few who didn't. We were the main bully targets. Not to mention I was a nerd too.

At how awful highschool was, I wouldn't send my worst enemy there.

I was lucky I had friends who didn't care, otherwise I would've been living in depression.

Just when I expected him to push me away, he said. "You know that you'll never be able to forget your first." He leaned his chin on my head, hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, I do." I sighed.

"And taking your virginity it's like holding the most precious diamond for you, right?"

"Right." I assured.

A long, silent pause followed as his hand left mine and it moved to my back, caressing it. "Are you sure you want me to have that diamond?"

I wasn't sure how to reply at first. My mind wasn't sure and it was heading towards no, but my body couldn't deny the attraction. My body's response was yes.

"Yes." I whispered.

He kissed my head and stroked my hair. "I'll give you time to think about your answer carefully. I don't want you to answer me because of the heat of the moment. I want you to think about it. And when you're a hundred percent sure, tell me." He said softly, clearing up the situation.

I wanted to say that I was sure, but, in all honesty, I wasn't one hundred percent sure.

I was going to think about it and rethink it until I was sure. There was no doubt about it. Thinking, tho, that if he didn't explain it to me, I probably would've just went with the option of taking off his sweatpants and doing it right there and right then - in the heat of the moment, how he called it - I might've regretted it.

I liked that he was giving me a choice. No, I liked that he was letting me be in charge of that and he wasn't forcing me into anything I didn't want. I appreciated and respected him for that.

And from there, it was my decision.

I knew what my body felt for the man, but I didn't know if my mind was ready for that type of thinking. At least, not yet. I wanted to get to know him first of all. I wanted to feel my first time as a night of passion and love, so I wanted to love him. To be in love with him. My mind was still processing feelings and it was still processing him.

I just hoped I wasn't gonna be the only one who'd fall in love.

He placed a strand of my hair behind my ear and lifted my chin with his thumb. "Why don't we start fixing your car, aye?"

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