“And it’s not like she hasn’t seen a dick before. She isn’t the Virgin Mary or some shit.” “Yeah, well, maybe she is,” I offer, cutting him off. Silence. Fucking silence. Their eyes widen as they exchange curious glances with each other, the energy in the arena twisting with testosterone. And interest. The blood drains from my face, but I keep my expression indifferent, well aware I’m on thin ice and even the smallest wrong move could send them spiraling. “Are you saying she’s a virgin?”
