Page 20 of Flip the Field
“Hey,” I rubbed my face and flopped down on my ass. “No. It’s okay. I’m sorry.” I was, although my cock was majorly confused. She hugged her knees to her chest. The t-shirt covered her. I peeked up at her. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m . . .”
“We don’t have to do anything.”
She gripped my hand. “No, I want to, but…”
I scooted up and leaned against the headboard.
“Can we talk about sex?” she asked. My cock went limp.
“You want to talk?” I narrowed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall.
“No,” She shook her head. “But can we anyway?”
“I don’t understand,” I took her hand.
“I never had a problem with sex before…” She paused. She didn’t want to say his name.
“Duncan.”
“Yeah,” Her eyes darted around. They finally settled on me. “I know, this is like completely unsexy, and I do want you. I’m just afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” I asked.
“Afraid you’re going to say something to turn me off or piss me off.”
What did that asshole do to her?
