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And he would be correct.

It’s time I find out just how shallow you have to play in the friend zone to make it around all the bases to score.

Two salads and two showers later, Theo and I are back in our routine of lounging on the sofa watching game footage. I spent the whole car ride debating on the right time to ask him my favor.

I decide that there was no time like the present.

I need him to know I don’t want to be friends anymore. It’s as simple as that.

“Theo,” I say, pausing the game.

He turns, catching my gaze.

“Hmm?”

You can do this, Anniston. Just tell him.

“I’m a virgin.”

There. See? Nothing to it.

Except, Theo makes a strangled sound.

“Okay,” he drawls, his face looking pink tinged. “Why are you telling me this?”

That is the question, isn’t it?

“Because I want you to take my virginity.”

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