Page 12 of You Broke Me First

SEVEN

MADDOX

No way in hell was I wasting this time studying. We'd been doing that for hours, and I finally had her in the privacy of my home. I needed to work on getting her out of the hideous sweatshirt and topless, and I had no idea how long that would take.

Time wasn't on my side.

If Addy was like other girls, I'd already have fucked her and moved on by now, but she wasn't.

"You live here alone?" she asked, strolling around and inspecting the living space. I lived in a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment on top of my parent's garage. It used to be my mother's art studio, but when she stopped painting, we remodeled it into an apartment, and when my older brother turned sixteen, he moved into it.

The main house was toxic. It always had been. My mother suffered from depression, and my dad suffered from trying-to-keep-his-dick-in-his-pants syndrome, which only added to my mom's depression. I moved into the garage apartment shortly before my parents decided to separate. Moving out here gave me space from the fighting, the crying, the memories.

"Yeah," I said, flopping a slice of pizza on a plate and handing it to her. "My older brother used to stay with me, but he left for college at the beginning of this year." She took the plate and slid onto the stool next to mine.

"Why don't you live in the main house?" She situated herself on her stool.

"Why is it safer at that train yard than at your house?" I asked, not missing a beat. I suspected we both grew up in toxic households, and if I was sharing, so was she. She took a bite of her pizza and took her time chewing it. Her eyes didn't leave the plate in front of her.

"Maddy isn't going to be upset that I'm up here alone with you?" Addy changed the subject.

"Maddy isn't my girlfriend," I leaned forward, ripping a paper towel from the rack, and wiping the grease off my fingers.

"Does she know that?" She laughed, dropping the crust to her plate.

"What about you?" I spun my stool towards her so my knees were against her stool. "Do you have someone who will be mad that you're here alone with me?"

"Uh, no." She snorted a laugh.

"Why is that so funny?" I was curious to know if she'd ever had a boyfriend or been on a date. "Who was your first boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" she choked, rubbing her forehead and hiding her eyes from me. "Boys don't date dorks."

"Who was your first kiss?" I narrowed my eyes and cocked my head to the side.

"Boys don't kiss dorks." Cheeks pink, she slid an unruly piece of hair behind her ear and nervously chewed on her bottom lip.

"Wait," I said, knitting my eyebrows. "Are you saying you've never been kissed?" She shrugged. I didn't know why that both shocked and excited me—something about the fact that another man had never kissed her was beyond hot. She was so innocent and pure; I wanted to destroy that.

"We should get started," she said, sliding off the stool and moving into the living room.

"Oh no," I said, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her to me. I wasn't going to waste an opportunity like this. "You can't just drop that and walk away."

"Drop what?" She shrugged, twisting in my arms to face me. My hands settled on her hips. "That I've never been kissed." She shrugged, looking up at me. "It is what it is, right?"

"Oh no." I smirked, gripping her hips and hoisting her up. She squealed, grabbing my arms, and I dropped her on the counter where we had been eating. "I think we should fix that."

"Fix what?" she scowled, her hands slapping onto the marble countertop.

"You are, what?" I brushed my thumb over her blushing cheek. "Almost eighteen, and you've never been kissed."

"Iameighteen," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. I swept my thumb across her bottom lip, and her pretty green eyes locked on mine.

"Do you trust me?" I held her gaze. Her lips twisted as she studied me. She hesitated briefly before nodding. "Good." I reached up, pulling her glasses off.

"Wait," she stopped me. Her small hand wrapped around my wrist, and all I could think about was that soft hand wrapped around my cock. I swallowed hard. "I can't see without my glasses."

"Close your eyes," I whispered and finished pulling her glasses off and setting them on the counter beside her. "Keep them closed." Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I flipped it open, set it to record, and propped it against the wall at an angle that would catch everything.

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