Page 4 of Romeo

“Then, it’s a lie.” Because if it was true, it was hardly a fucking little tidbit. This was huge.

And he wasn’t sure if he was happy about it.

When she didn’t answer and her eyes sliced from his face to over his shoulder, his stomach dropped.

He might have to find a new plan because he didn’t fuck with virgins. “It’s a lie, right? How old are you?” He never did get that answer. Because there was no fucking way…

“How old areyou?” she countered.

“Twenty-nine.”

“You look older.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment or a fucking insult? “What about you?”

She lifted her glass. “Old enough to drink, apparently.”

“So, twenty-one.”

“Add another year onto that.”

She was twenty-two and still a goddamn virgin? No fucking way. That had to be bullshit. What female graduated college still a virgin?

Hell, would he even know? When the fuck did a college girl ever look at him twice?

Fucking never.

He barely got his high school diploma. He wasn’t good enough for any of them.

Not even for a night.

Or an hour.

Unless they used him as a revenge fuck.

“Your man piss you off? Wanna get back at him? I’m available. If you’re hot, no charge. If you’re not? We can negotiate the terms.”

He didn’t have a problem with that. For the right woman, he’d even volunteer.

But a fucking virgin?

She was definitely fucking with him. He decided to go along with it and see where it led him. “Can help you with that.”

“With what?”

This girl had to be playing him. “That pesky hymen.”

“I haven’t found it to be bothersome. Maybe I want to save my virginity until I find the love of my life.”

“Yeah? You can pretend.”

“Pretend what?”

“That I’m the love of your life.”

“You mean if I close my eyes while you’re splitting me in two and pretend you’re someone else while you’re doing so?”

He turned his choking into a chuckle. “Fuck, baby, I like you.”

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