Page 43 of His Innocent Seduction

‘How old was I, when?’ His voice is thick with sleep.

A smile curves my lips. ‘When you first had sex with someone?’

He’s quiet again. Has he fallen asleep? I flip over; his arm doesn’t relax, so I’m trapped beneath him. I like being trapped in his arms.

I push the thought aside and focus on his face. His beautiful, handsome face. His eyes are shut. I lift a finger, tracing the outside of his lips. He blinks open, his brow furrowed. ‘That tickles.’

‘Sorry,’ I whisper. I’m not.

‘So?’

‘How can you not be tired?’ he demands, moving his arm only to view the watch at his wrist, before replacing it around my waist, his fingers splayed at my back.

I shrug.

‘Didn’t we say we weren’t going to do the whole ex talk?’

‘I’m not asking who you slept with. This is about you.’

‘Fair point, counsellor.’ He focuses over my shoulder for a moment, lost in thought. ‘I was fifteen.’

‘Fifteen?’ I blink, staring at him, and he slides his gaze back to my face.

‘Yes.’

‘That’s...so young!’

‘I can see why you’d say that,’ he says, teasing.

‘No. That’s not just a matter of opinion. Objectively speaking, you were young.’

‘Yes.’

‘How...’

‘I had a girlfriend.’ He grins. ‘She was older.’

I roll my eyes. ‘Of course she was.’

‘And I was a fifteen-year-old boy. Horny as fuck. Was I meant to turn her down?’

‘I...mean...kind of?’

‘Never. Going. To. Happen.’

I laugh.

‘And you, at fifteen, were still playing with dolls’ houses?’

‘I...no. I was studying.’ I flush to the roots of my hair. ‘Dolls’ houses were never really my thing. Even as a kid.’

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t know.’ I shrug, my eyes holding his thoughtfully. ‘How long were you with her?’

He arches a brow. ‘Three months.’

‘I thought you didn’t do relationships?’

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