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have a good idea. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
    My eyebrows inadvertently scrunched together. “You can’t have sex… Ever ?”
    She chuckled, taking my serious tone as a joke.
    Placing her hands on either side of my face, she stared into my eyes.
    “It’s not that I can’t. I chose not to allow anyone pressure me into having sex. I am, uh, sort of saving myself for the right person.”
    “You’re a virgin?”
    Growing agitated, she nodded.
    “Yes , and I am guessing you are not.”
    I had no choice but to shake my head as I reeled her body in closer to mine. “At this moment, I wish I was, for you.”
    “I don’t. Besides, my being a virgin is by choice. I had many opportunities to have sex in the past, but I didn’t want to.”
    “Would you mind if I asked why?” I questioned, staring at her, intrigued.
    A smile formed upon her face. “Well for one, I have always believed sex is overrated. Everywhere you look, advertisements for sex like you would not believe. I am not the skinniest person in the world. I have grown tired of commercials and other forms of media drilling it into young women’s minds they need to look a particular way in order for a man to fuck them,” she informed me, grinning proudly.
    “Second, I made a promise to myself a long time ago I would find the right person to have sex with when I was ready. Between you and me, I believe I found the perfect guy to give myself to…well, if we agree on seeing each other again,” she stated, rather pleased with herself as she slid back into the seat.
    My heart felt splashed into the pit of my stomach. “Why wouldn’t we?”
    “There are many reasons. The fact that you know my reason for being a virgin, how much distance there is between us—the list could just go on and on.”
    Matthew pulled the car in front of my apartment.
    I opened my mouth to communicate, but she had stepped out and stood by the front door, waiting for me.
    I couldn’t help but smirk. “You move pretty quickly when you are trying to avoid a conversation.”
    “I’m not avoiding anything. I can see how it’s going to end,” she confided, the tone in her voice growing aggravated.
    My lips formed a frown. “You lost me. How what ends?”
    The expression on her face went from agitated to upset in zero to sixty seconds.
    She was forcing back the tears. “You… Me… Us … Girls similar to me do not get their Prince Charming or a fairytale ending. Instead, we eventually give up hope on finding Mister Right and settle for some random loser only because we do not want to die alone.”
    I touched one of her cheeks, my thumb caressing her jaw line.
    I reeled her body in closer to mine, kissing her lips.
    She melted into my embrace.
    “I am far from being this perfect fairytale ending you speak, but I am here and I want to be with you.”
    Her eyes burned into mine.
    She was hungry, but not for food.
    Before I had the chance to remind her of the promise she made to herself, her lips plowed into mine as her fingers flowed through my hair.
    She giggled as I hoisted her into my arms and carried her in through the front door.
    I kicked the door shut with my foot, not removing my lips from her as I carried her to my room.
    I placed her on the bed. Her hands began to tug at my shirt, unbuttoning and pushing it off me.
    “Are you sure that you want me?” I asked, hovering over her on my bed, trailing kisses along her jawbone to her neck.
    Her breathing grew heavier as my hand inched up her shirt.
    She had hers placed upon my cheeks, her thumbs rubbing my five o’clock shadow.
    “For once in my life, I’m not worrying over rules or how things should be. I want you right now.”
    A small smile formed on my lips as I reached into the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a foil packet.
    I placed it on the bed within reach. “I don’t want to make you do something you will regret.”
    “There are a shit-ton of regrets in my life. Being with you isn’t one of them,” she