“No hookups, either.” Her fingers still. She drops her hand. “Holy shit, Ren. You’re a virgin?” Turning, I face her. “Yes.” “You’re messing with me.” She smacks my chest. “This isn’t funny.” “Frankie, I’m not messing with you.” “You’re twenty-five. Smart. Handsome. Like soaked-panties, sexually deviant handsome—” “I’m sorry, I’m what?”
