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And sex?

I didn’t even like to fuck until at least three or four dates in, if we even got that far to begin with!

Most of the girls I’d seriously dated never made it past second base, except maybe Amy, and I didn’t like to think about the one night stands that left me feeling like a total loser.

Like I’d been used and discarded like a napkin without so much as a companion for breakfast.

The thought of my ill-fated love life left me feeling more than on the spot.

“Oh. Okay. Thanks,” I said, clutching the pink box of goodies as I watched him turn his back to me, zipping up his remaining suitcases of equipment.

Mitchell turned to face me, his naturally dark eyes kind, and endearing.

“Of course,” he said, his tone softer. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Penn.”

And with that, he took the goodie box, and headed out the door, leaving me both breathless and feeling guilty as all hell.

How the hell was I going to get through a week of this?

CHAPTER 11

Penn

It was nearing nine thirty,and I knew I should go to sleep, but I’d been tossing and turning for at least an hour and couldn’t get comfortable.

Partially because I had gone over the past twenty-four hours in great detail. From my arrival at M’s Place, to thatkiss, to Mitchell showing up today, to that weird, charged moment between us before he left.

Including Archie’s words.

Maybe you’re not as straight as you think, Penn.

I turned on my right side, my gaze falling on my laptop, its screensaver lighting up the darkness of my room like a salacious beacon.

It wasn’t that I had anythingagainstporn, it just wasn’t something I ever experimented with. Mostly because I was afraid my parents would somehow find out and I’d get in trouble. Even when I went away to college, on my own, there was still that veil of taboo-ness that I couldn’t shake. I never considered myself a prude by any means, but suddenly, after that kiss, I was questioning a lot more than I ever thought I would.

Maybe I was overreacting.

Maybe I was just all keyed up because I was back home in Jasper Springs, Maybe, I was going through some early twenties crisis or something now that I had graduated or something.

Whatever it was, I felt this curious spark inside of me building, cresting with anxiety.

I was twenty-three years old. Surely, I could just watch a little porn. Prove Archie and his speculations wrong.

I crept over to my desk quietly, eventhough I knew both my parents were out like a light, and there was no wayanyonewould hear me. Anxiety swelled as I stuffed down the part of me who wanted to turn around and just say we did...

But I was an honest person, if anything, and maybe I wasa littlecurious. Being someone who had no idea what the fuck they were doing, I fired up Google like any curious person would do, I’m sure, and googled “where to watch porn” like the complete idiot I was.

I randomly picked a link, hoping it would work.

Immediately, my vision was accosted with women on their knees, cum-stained mouths full of cock, and I shut the lid almost on contact.

Not because it turned me on, because I thought it was kind of gross, actually, but because I had started to wonder if it was a good idea.

“Jesus Christ, Penn, you’re a fucking adult, not some hornball teenager. It’s research, man, just skim a few videos and call it a night,” I said to myself, taking a deep breath before I opened thecomputer again.

I clicked on the first video again, letting it play as I leaned back in my chair. I didn’tdislikewatching the big, beefy guy shove his cock down the woman’s throat, but I wasn’t really into her over-acting moans and her sticking her tongue out.

I watched intently as the man’s hands slid over his cock, his thumb brushing over the tip of his swollen head. God, the guy was enormous.

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