Page 81 of Never Have I Ever
“No,” I tell her, honestly. “The only girl I’m hooking up with is in my bed right now.”
She doesn’t look up at me. She keeps looking down at her dress. She's not fidgeting anymore, but she still won't look at me. “Really?”
I take a step forward. “Yes, Rosie. Since you and I started this thing, I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“I don’t know if I believe that,” she mumbles. What the fuck does that mean? My jaw clenches as I cross the room. She’s still not looking at me. God damn it, Rosie. Look at me.
I slowly lift her chin to look up at me. “Have I given you any reason not to trust me?”
Her eyes lock on mine, those bright blue eyes shining as her throat moves, swallowing hard, and then she shakes her head.
My shoulders relax a little. “Then why don’t you believe me?”
“Because we’ve only hooked up twice. I expected you to get… busy when we weren’t together.”
I don’t know why I want her to believe me so much. She’s right, we have only hooked up twice, and we haven’t even fucked yet. We aren’t in a relationship, and I could have been with other girls if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to.
“There has been no one else, Rosie,” I tell her. “I…” I swallow the words that are stuck in the back of my throat. My mind is running right now. “I need you to believe me. I haven’t been with anyone else.”
The reason this started was because she came to me looking to lose her virginity, and for some dumb fucking reason, I’ve been trying to prolong it as much as possible.
“Okay,” she says. “I believe you.”
“Good.” I crash my mouth against hers and flip us over so that I'm sitting on the bed and she's standing above me. Her arms encase my neck as she lowers herself to straddle my leg. She hums into my mouth as her hips start rotating on me.
Fuck. She’s humping my leg, getting herself off. I groan into her mouth, and she swallows it down. “So needy.” I husk out against her lips. “Grinding on my leg.”
She runs her hands up and down my chest and arms. She’s exploring me with her hands and feasting on me with her eyes, and I stay still, offering myself up to her. “I love your tattoos,” she says, looking at my body with a hunger that I can feel. Her pussy throbs on my leg, and I’m tempted to bring her other leg around so I can press my growing erection to her heat.
“You have a thing for bad boys, huh?” I grin, watching her face light up with arousal as she caresses my skin with her soft fingertips.
She shakes her head. “Not usually.” Her eyes look up and find mine, and her arms lock around my neck.
“Then why am I different?”
“Because you’re not bad,” she says. “Not really.”
My confusion takes over my expression. “What does that mean?”
She lowers her head, leaving a soft kiss on my chest. “You’re good. You just don’t want anyone else to know you’re good.”
My throat bobs as I gulp. That kiss on my chest. Fuck. “I’m not good, Rosie.”
She shrugs. “I think you are.”
Isn’t that what I want? For her to see me in a way no one else did. And here she is, saying she thinks I’m a good person, and I wish it were true. “You don’t know me, angel,” I tell her. “Not really.”
She knows bits I’ve told her, but she doesn’t know who I am or what I’ve done. She doesn’t know the monster I became at an early age. She doesn’t know any of that. And I don’t want her to know. I want her to see me as someone who could be good to her, for her.
I cradle her face, running my thumb over her skin. “I’m not like you, Rosie. You’re good, kind, a fucking angel.” I exhale, loving how she melts into my touch. “I don’t deserve you,” I tell her. “No one is ever going to be good enough for you, Rosie. That, I can promise.”
Her brows furrow a little as she frowns. “You’re not a bad person Grayson.” Her hand comes to my face as she caresses my face. I let my eyes drift closed at the feel of her hands on me.
“I wish you were right,” I whisper.
“I am.,” she whispers back, lowering her head to kiss the corner of my mouth.
My eyes open as I see her look at me with adoration. Something in her eyes lights up when she’s looking at me, and I feel my chest tense. The way she’s looking at me, and the things she’s saying...
