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“I sense I’ve somehow fucked up,” Rob says as Nissa glares up at him.

“You set my best friend up with the biggest slut in the city?!” Nissa snaps, glaring up at Rob, who’s easily a foot taller than her, even in her heels.

“Um, rude,” Nash huffs as he steps closer to me. “Slut-shaming is not polite.”

“You said she needed to lose her–”

“Shut your pie hole, you chicken-fried fuck bag!” I snap at Rob, flicking his bicep. “I’m leaving!” I announce at the exact moment the hostess walks over to our little group.

“No!” Nissa cries, tugging me back by my wrist. “Don’t leave! We can still have dinner!” she begs with wide eyes. “I haven’t seen you in forever…” Her pout strikes its mark, and I relent, my shoulders sagging.

“Fine. But no flirting with everything that walks by,” I tell Nash with a finger pointed in his face, who holds his hands up in surrender.

“I would never flirt with other women in front of my date,” he says with a playful smirk, but I just shake my head.

Definitely not losing my virginity tonight.

CHAPTER TEN

“Let’s Get Lost” by G-Eazy feat. Devon Baldwin

ROSE

The booth we end up in is cozy, tucked into the back with dim lighting, and if this were a real date, it’d be romantic as fuck.

“So, virgin, huh?” Nash asks as we all quietly look at the menu. I bite my bottom lip, wondering why I’m putting myself through this.

“So? Something wrong with being a virgin?” I snark, and Nash shakes his head.

“No.” He glances up at his friend, and then back at me. “Not sure why Rob thought I’d be the guy for the job of deflowering you, though.”

“Never say that again, I beg you. And I had no intention of having sex with anyone tonight, even if my date wasn’t you,” I grumble. “I hate that everyone at this table knows I’m a virgin while they themselves are far from innocent. I feel like the goodie two shoes priss no one wants to be friends with.” I pause. “Wait, you wouldn’t have sex with me?” I ask, and his eyebrows jump with surprise.

“Uh, no?”

“I mean, if you didn’t know me. If I was a stranger, and you knew I was a virgin, you wouldn’t fuck me?” I demand, making Nash cough, choking on his water as he sips it.

“Well, no. If I didn’t know you, and you weren’t my two best friends’ little sister? I would not have sex with you if I knew you were a virgin,” Nash says.

“I knew it. No one wants to fuck a virgin,” I whine.

“Well, I wouldn’t say no one. But my dick game is so good that even the most experienced woman gets attached after just one night. In my experience, virgins are ten times worse.” Nash shrugs, turning away from me to focus on his menu.

“And if I wasn’t a virgin?”

“Still wouldn’t fuck you. Your brothers would cut my balls off.” Nash shivers, cupping his manhood like he’s protecting it just from the thought.

“I’m going to die a virgin,” I mumble, deflating. “What if I was a stranger, and I wasn’t a virgin?” I ask, wondering if maybe the problem is bigger than just my virginal status.

“Yeah, I’d totally fuck you if I knew my balls were safe, and you were previously deflowered.” He doesn’t even look at me as he says it.

“Okay, I’m ready to order. What about you two?” Nissa announces, thankfully distracting us.

“Yeah,” I sigh.

“I’m sorry tonight didn’t go as planned,” Nissa winces, and I shrug.

“It could be worse,” I say, mostly to make her feel better because I don’t think tonight could get much worse.

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