Page 14 of Cream Pie

My eyes widen, and as she walks past me, I suddenly whirl and grab her arm. She gasps as I yank her back, staring at her like I’ve seen a ghost.

“What the fuck?”

“What were you about to say, before?”

She scowls at me. “What?” She blinks quickly, shaking my hands off her arm and turning for the door. But I stalk after her and slam my hand against the door over her shoulder, stopping her. She whirls at me, annoyed. Something cold shivers through me.

“Before, you said ‘I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s…’” I frown. “His daughter’s what, Amy,” I growl quietly.

She turns red, swallowing quickly and wetting her lips with her pink tongue.

“Let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

But I don’t move my hand one centimeter, because I think I know where this is going, and holding onto the door might just be what keeps me from falling right over.

“Amy.”

“Forget it, okay?” she snaps. “Let’s just go.”

She’s so flippantly dismissive of it, that instantly, I know I’m right. My eyes go wide, and my pulse roars in my ears.

Oh fuck.

I breathe, and I blink, and when Amy takes a shaky breath herself and turns back to me, I know without question that it’s true.

“Are you…” I swallow. “Were you a virgin?”

“Can we just go take pic—”

“Yes or no,” I growl quietly.

Amy blinks, her big blue eyes looking up into mine as she swallows thickly. Her arms hug herself, and she shrugs nonchalantly as her eyes bore into mine, unblinking and unflinching now.

“Yes,” she mutters. “I was.”

She whirls, knocks my arm away, and swings the door wide as she waltz’s right out.

Oh fuck.

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