Page 72 of Crazy for this Girl

“Hopefully.”

Guilt fills my veins as my tongue licks along the seam of her mouth. She can hate me later, but I intend to come back.

I want to come back.

I need us.

I crave a life with just her and I and no one else.

I fully intend to breathe, eat, and live for Laynee Reese for the rest of my life.

“I missed you,” she mutters against me, sparking a flutter of butterflies in my chest. “I missed you so much, Cal.”

“I missed you too.” I trail kisses down her cheek to her ear. “I missed hearing your voice and you telling me how much of a pain in the ass I am.”

"You still are," she breathes. "But Cal...this—"

"We don't have to do anything." I pull my lips from her skin, suddenly aware that my horny ass needs to calm the hell down.

Straightening my spine, Laynee’s small palm wraps around the back of my neck and keeps me close to her face.

"I'm..." I see her swallow, her blue eyes latched onto anything else on me but my eyes.

I frown. ”What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

She slowly shakes her head. "No, it's...um..." Her focus slices up to mine, and her translucent irises speak of fear and doubt.

I can't blame her.

I disappeared for months with no word or not so much as a fuck you and she took a chance to come here, even though she owes me nothing.

"Let's just talk, okay? I want you to tell me everything about—"

"I'm a virgin," she blurts out, and my whole existence goes rigid.

What in the actual perfect fuck?

"You're sure?" I ask, then quickly double back because what a dumbass thing to say. "I mean…I’m glad. Well, that's—fuck, Laynee, do you think I really give a shit about that? Geezus Christ."

I step back and away from her because she's too perfect for me, and I'm about to taint her altogether.

But, how in the hell is she still a virgin?

My dick won’t chill, and don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled. I'm actually pissed and ecstatic all at the same time because she's not been touched by any other asshole, but who the hell am I to take that from her? Who knows when I'm going to see her again?

"I don't know," she whispers. "I'm not like you. I’m not funny or outgoing. I get self-conscious. and I’m…careful.”

"Good. I’m glad you’re not like me. You’d be annoying as fuck if you were.” The corners of Laynee's lips quirk slightly and I’ve made my decision. "We're not going to do anything."

That slight smile casting off her face immediately disappears. “Why?"

And she just wants to make this harder.

"Because we're in a hotel room, for one, and two, I haven't even taken you out on a date yet.” I rake my hand warily through my wet hair. “Plus, you haven't even told me that you like me yet."

"I do like you," she replies. "You just asked me if I felt the same way."

"No, Laynee," I ground out. "I said I loved you, and I'm not looking for you to say it back to me. However, I'm not fucking you into a cheap mattress for your—"

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