“Have you lain with a man before?” The question sent a hot flush to my cheeks, stirring an irritation. “If you must know, no. I have not.” “Good.” Frowning, I turned my head. “Good?” “Yes,” he said, casually, and as he shifted on the bed, his massive leg brushed mine. I turned back over, puzzling his words for far longer than I should have. Nearly two minutes must’ve passed before curiosity drove me mad enough to ask, “Why is that good?” He groaned. “Must you always prod for an explanation?” “Yes. I like to have clarity of thought. Why are you so hesitant to say?” “I’m not hesitant.” “Well,
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