“Yeah. Now he knows what they look like and that they…”

“We never had sex, okay!”

He looks at me like…well, like I expected him to when I confessed. Now, I’m regretting the whole thing and just want Levi to leave so I can nurse my wounds and milk my sorrow or whatever the hell people say when you sit in your room pouting and sucking down ice cream all damned day.

I understood he would find out, that I would have to tell him at some point if we…worked together. I just didn’t think it would be right away.

“He never got that far with me. So, he didn’t find out.”

“Wait, weren’t you guys together for five or six months?

“Three and a half.” Miserable, terrible months now that I look back on them.

“And you didn’t…?”

“It’s why he broke up with me, or at least that’s what he told me as he kept fucking my friend in front of me. One of the many, many reasons, not the least among them being how I wouldn’t have sex with him.”

“How far did you guys go?” I give him a narrow-eyed look and pick my pacing back up. “Look, people are going to ask shit, and I don’t want to come off looking like I don’t…”

“We kissed,” I answer him quickly before he can finish. He doesn’t want to look like a loser because he’s with me. I get it, damn it. I just don’t want to hear him say it out loud.

“And?”

Anger rises up inside of me. Anger and hurt and…rage. I hate his questions; I hate that I’m going to have to tell him something I don’t want to talk about or share with anyone. And I LOATH Zane. That mother fucker. He's the cause of this.

“Come on, kitten. You all had to do more than fucking kiss.”

“You can leave now. This clearly isn’t going to work and…”

“Is it a religious thing or were you holding out for that ring?”

“Out!” I’m rushing to open the door so I can boot his ass out quicker. “You can get out now!”

He grabs my wrist before I make it to the door and uses my own momentum to pull me back to him. I raise my free arm to take a swing at him, but he catches that wrist too. Now, both my arms are pinned, and he is in complete control. How did this happen? How did I come to be wrapped up in his arms, close to tears, and not knowing what to expect?

“Sweetheart, don’t start something with someone like me if you can’t carry through. You’ll end up with your little ass cherry red and over my knee.” I drag a shaky breath in my starved lungs or try to, but there is no give in his hold on me. Our gazes clash and whatever he sees in mine makes him loosen his grip slightly. “I won’t ever hurt you. You might find out you like it, kitten.”

“I won’t!”

“How can you be sure if you’ve never tried it or did you and Zane experiment together instead of just fucking one another?”

“I…,” Experiment? “I’ve never…we never…I just know I won’t like it. I don’t like being slapped.”

“It’s not really a slap so much as a love tap if it’s done right, little kitty.”

My heart has been trying to leave my body since he put his hands on me. I may never breathe right again.

“Will you let me go? Please.”

“In a minute. When you tell me what I want to know. How far did you and Zane really get, kitten? We talking heavy petting, did he get his fingers wet? What?”

“Oh my God! Get out of my apartment!”

“Did you put that sweet pussy down on his face and let him eat you out?”

Oh fucking…I can’t get any redder. The room is a fucking furnace and I’m going to melt if I don’t find a way to put space between us. I have never been so embarrassed -and I walked into the room when my boyfriend was fucking my friend…and they kept fucking as he dumped me! “There are a lot of fun fucking things you can do and not go all the way, kitten. And I want to know what you did with him. Did he get to suck on those ripe berries you hide under your shirts or did he go right between the legs? Did you give him a taste of that candied pussy or did you lock it up tight?”

He shocks me by burying his face in my neck and smelling me. Goosebumps run up and down my body and I fight to contain the whimper that wants to come out. I am in so much trouble! And I’m not sure how to make it stop!