Best Part: Book 1

Chapter 14

I READ AN ARTICLE ONCE that said having sex extends the human life span. At this rate, Jennie and I are going to live forever. I've lost count of the number of times we've done it. It's like a mosquito bite—the more you scratch, the more it itches.

I'm just glad I bought the extra-large box of condoms at Lotte Mart.

And in case you couldn't tell from my reactions, I'll just come out and say it: Jennie Kim is a fantastic lay. A spectacular piece of ass. If I wasn't sure that Kai was a complete dumbass fuckwit before—since I'd sampled what he threw away—now I'm completely certain of it.

She's adventurous, unapologetically demanding, spontaneous, and confident. A lot like me. We're a perfect fit, in more ways than one.

When we finally come up for air, the night sky outside my window is just turning gray. Jennie is lying quietly, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing its contours and occasionally stroking the dusting of hair there.

I hope after everything I've told you that this doesn't come as a shock, but I don't "cuddle." Typically, after a woman and I are done, there is no spooning, no snuggling, no frigging pillow talk. I might, on occasion, have a nap before I head out the door. But I can't stand it when a girl braids herself around me like some mutant octopus. It's annoying and uncomfortable.

With Jennie, however, the old rules just don't seem to apply. Our warm skin is meshed together, our bodies aligned, her ankle over my calf, my thigh under her bent knee. It feels...peaceful. Soothing in a way I can't fully describe. I have absolutely no desire to move from this spot.

Unless it's to roll over and nail her again.

She breaks the silence first. "When did you lose your virginity?"

I laugh. "Are we playing First and Ten again? Or are you wondering about my sexual history? Because if that's it, I think you're a little too late, Jennie."

She smiles. "No. It's not like that. I just want to know you...more."

I sigh as I think back. "Okay. My first time was...Janice Lewis. My fifteenth birthday. She invited me to her house to give me my present. It was her."

I feel her smile against my chest. "Was she a virgin too?"

"No. She was just shy of eighteen—a senior."

"Ah. The older woman. So she taught you everything you know?"

I smile and shrug. "I picked up a few tricks over the years."

We fall quiet again for a few minutes, and then she asks, "Don't you want to know about mine?"

Don't even have to think about that one.

"Nope."

Don't want to spoil the mood, but we'll pause here a second. When it comes to a woman's past, no person you're seeing wants to hear about it. I don't care if you've fucked one guy or a hundred—keep it to yourself.

Let me put it this way: When you're out at a restaurant and the waiter brings your meal, do you want him to tell you about every single person who touched that food before you put it in your mouth?

Exactly.

I also think it's pretty safe to assume that her first time was with Kai—that he was her one and only. And he is the last fucking person I want to be discussing at this particular place and time.

Now, back to my bedroom.

I turn on my side so I'm facing Jennie. Our faces are close, our heads sharing one pillow. Her hand's tucked under her cheek in an innocent kind of way.