Page 56 of Accidental Husband
"Nothing can explain your depravity."
"It's perfectly natural."
"How?" God, why am I asking him this?
"You remember middle school."
"Of course."
"That's when I stopped worrying about cooties. I wanted to kiss girls. And touch them. And see them naked. All of them were wearing green plaid skirts. And fuck, the way girls would hike them up their thighs—fucked myself to it every day."
"This is way too much information."
"You asked."
I shake my head. This is really too much information. And… well… I was one of those girls. I rolled my skirt waistband to show off my legs.
I was full of hormones and insecurity and desire to make out with cute boys.
"I don't fuck myself to that anymore," he says.
"I'd hope so."
"But if a woman wants to put on a plaid skirt and beg me to punish her…" He shrugsI'm not about to stop her.
"Oh my God."
"Or just the skirt." He laughs. "That's plenty."
"Is there anything you're not into?"
"Yeah." His expression gets dead serious.
I stare up at him, but it doesn't help me figure out his intentions.
"Liars."
What?
"And unprotected sex."
Oh my God. What? "But the first time—"
"You made me promise."
"You were thirteen."
"I'd never break a promise to you."
I swallow hard. "Even if you had a girlfriend?"
"Promised I'd be safe. If I had a girlfriend, and I was sure she wouldn't step out on me, that would be different." His eyes bore into mine. It's accusatory. Like he knows why I ended things with Jackson.
But he doesn't know.
No one knows.
Ahem.
