Rosie

Chapter 10 - Sam

I look her straight in the eyes when we detach our fingers. I feel like I need to equalize the scales after all the personal stuff I just told her. And that is why the following question escapes my mouth without any real reflection "Are you a virgin?".

She doesn't flinch and she doesn't look away. "Really Sam? Is that really the only question that comes to your mind?" her eyes look even greener due to the light coming in through the window. Looking in them I feel calm and some weird kind of confidence radiating out of them. Her lips slightly curl up. "Are you sure that is the one thing you want to know?".

Suddenly I feel like a pathetic insecure fourteen-year-old boy. I feel stupid for asking that question. I could have asked about her parents, her friends, her ex-boyfriends even. Not that asking about her ex-boyfriends would have been better. The two questions fall in the same category of stupid and childish. I look in her eyes again. When I see the playful look in them, I look away.

"Now, now don't look away. I was about to answer your question". I almost break my neck looking back at her as quickly as was humanly possible. She starts laughing. God damn it, I'm making more and more a fool out of myself.

"Why do you want to know?" she asks when our eyes meet again. I shrug, she stands up to clean up around us a bit "Yes".

She opens the cabinets "Yes what?" I'm still too caught up in my own stupidity to even slightly understand the answer she is giving me.

She starts cleaning the glass I used earlier " Yes I'm a virgin". She turns around to face me, leaning against the sink.

"Oh" Yeah nice reaction Sam. I desperately search my mind for something more acceptable and delicate to say. "Sorry" I mentally facepalm myself, that's probably not any better.

She lifts both of her eyebrows, looking at me with a surprised face "For what? Me being a virgin or for you asking the question?" she crosses her arms across her chest. She doesn't seem angry though. Just surprised by my question and reaction. Maybe even amused by the whole situation. Both of those things surprise me. Most girls would get angry or shy. But she just reacts like it is an everyday question.

I get up leaning next to her against the sink. Honestly, this sink and even this kitchenette is way too small for two people. And definitely for two people having this kind of personal conversation "Asking the question, that was insensitive".

She shrugs "It's okay".

"Not really" we both look to the wall in front of us. "You don't seem to mind though".

"It's not the first time someone asks me" she lets out a little laugh "Guess that is what you get for being a 19-year-old virgin, I'm not really ashamed about it though" she sends me a smile when I look at her sideways.

I smile "You shouldn't"

She tries to nudge my shoulder with hers. She just ends up nudging my arm because I'm taller than her, but she looks cute doing it anyway "And how would you know" she looks at me with mischief in her eyes.

"I have no idea what you mean" I lift both of my hands in the air.

"Oh really" she looks at me with her eyes wide. She starts talking in a deep voice trying to imitate me "I'm the legendary Sam Brens I throw parties and sleep with a new girl every week".

"Hey!" I play along and act like I'm offended "first of all I don't call myself legendary" I send her a wink pushing myself away from the sink. "and second I don't change girls every week" she looks at me knowingly tilting her head to the side "not anymore"

She just laughs and walks out of the bathroom. I sigh and walk after her. I find her rummaging through the room.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I ask her on my way to the cabinet where we keep our glasses.