He was a goddamn work of art, and I wanted to appreciate every square inch of him, but I didn’t want him to know I was a virgin. Twice before, I’d had guys bow out at the last second when I told them the truth. How the hell was I ever going to give up my v-card if no one was willing to man up? Not this time. I wouldn’t give him any reason to doubt me, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
