Page 107 of The Naughty List

She snorts. “There’s only one person I’ve been thirsty for since high school and it isn’t you, Greg.”

He laughs, not bothered at all by her words. “Oh, come on. You know you wanted it back then. I remember you begging me to take that virginity of yours.”

I look at her and her face flushes. She’s embarrassed and I can tell she doesn’t know how to reply to that. “If she asked you to take her virginity, it’s only because I wasn’t around. You realize that, right?” I ask him.

He looks at me, then back at her. “So, who was the lucky guy anyway? Someone who didn’t know this guy for sure, right?” he says, nudging me.

Felicity rolls her eyes. “I met him in college. He is a nice guy who I still enjoy talking to today, the furthest from you I could get.”

“Ohhh,” he says. “You didn’t seem to have a problem talking to me at the bowling alley.”

“That was before I was reminded of how much of an ass you are.”

“Alright, Greg. I think it’s time for you to leave. We’re clearly not enjoying your company,” I say, turning to face him. I give him my death glare and he stands up.

“Alright, alright. I can take the hint, but just know, Felicity, that I’m here any time you wanna get freaky and this one won’t give it away.” He turns and walks off quickly.

I shake my head. “I can’t believe you asked him to take your virginity. What did you do, ask everyone but me?”

She rolls her eyes. “You weren’t around. You wouldn’t have anyway and you know it.”

She’s probably right. But damn, it’s nice to think about. “So, when you came to visit me at college, you were a virgin then?”

She nods. “Yep, you didn’t know?”

I shake my head. “No, I guessed you were, but I didn’t know for sure. That was one of the things I was worried about when we started kissing. I was ready to fuck you against that lamppost. But the thought of taking your virginity like that seemed wrong.”

“You were really considering it?”

“For a moment, yeah. I was dead set. I figured you were eighteen. You knew what you wanted and you kissed me.”

“Why’d you stop? I mean, why not take me back to your place to continue?”

I shrug. “Because you deserve better than me, and I didn’t want to take anything from you.”

“I wish I would’ve lost it to you. I’m sure you would’ve treated me better afterward.”

“What do you mean? You just said he was a nice guy?”

She snorts and rolls her eyes. “I lied to shut Greg up. He was a total asshole. He came over, got straight to business, no foreplay, nothing. And then when it was over, he said thanks and got up and left. I haven’t talked to him since.”

I can feel the anger swelling in my chest and as usual, I blame myself. If I had just given her what she wanted then, she would have a better memory of her first time than that. I feel like I’ve done everything wrong with her. And all this time, I’ve been trying to do everything right. That’s when I know, she’s right. Always. And I’ve always been wrong.

We end up leaving the winter festival and I drive us home in silence. I pull the car next to the curb in front of my mom’s house and kill the engine. That’s when I look over at her.

“I think you’re right,” I finally confess.

“About what?”

“About us. I think our relationship can handle a night of fun between two friends,” I tell her, knowing damn well one night will never be enough. But for now, I’ll stick with one night to see how things go and progress between us.

Her eyes are wide with surprise and her mouth is hanging open. I expect her to say something, but instead, she just gets out and closes the door. I climb out quickly, wondering what in the hell she’s doing, but then I see her walk into her mother’s house and close the door behind her.

Well, fuck.

7

FELICITY

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