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So it couldn’t be true. “Isn’t there supposed to be blood or something? You know, your first time?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “And other times?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Let’s just say that if thirteen years of horseback riding didn’t break my hymen then I’m pretty sure that the excessive masturbation did.”
    “Okay, wait.” He put a hand up to pause her. “Excessive masturbation?” And now he had a semi.
    Kira threw her hands up. “I was a virgin, okay? No man had ever entered the Garden of Eden.”
    He adjusted his notebook over his groin. “All right, all right.” And maybe that explained all her “wow”-ing the night of the deed—it was totally a new sensation. Fuck, yeah, that would be surprising. “Sorry for assuming.”
    “Thank you.” She leaned against the band shell, dropping her bag to the ground.
    She could still be lying, Chase realized. She had valid reasons for keeping up the pretense.
    But something about the look in her eyes told him she was sincere. As much as he didn’t want to believe it, he did.
    And there was something hot about that too.
    He took a step toward her, threw his notebook to the ground, and leaned one shoulder against the wall. “So, really? I was your first?”
    She glanced at him, then nodded her head, a slight smile on her lips.
    Great. Now he sounded like a total guy, getting his kicks off of being the one who popped her. That made him as bad as Jared, and that wasn’t what he’d meant anyway. “I just wish I would have known,” he added softly.
    “Why, so you could snag my panties as a memento?”
    “Come on, I’m not an asshole.” He was so close to her. Thoughts of his article were no longer his priority. Sure, he’d still write it, but now, at this very moment, all he wanted to do was complete this connection that felt so close to happening. Wanted to be honest with this girl who had—to use her words—given him her “gift”.
    “I would have done things differently.” He reached out to finger a loose strand of her hair, his fingers brushing her cheek as he did. “Gone slower. Made it special somehow.”
    She turned her head, locking eyes with his. “I thought it was special just the way it was.”
    “You did?” That burning in his chest intensified.
    “Yeah, I did.”
    Then all he could do was kiss her, kiss her the way he should have kissed her the first time—slowly, sweetly. She responded perfectly, molding her mouth to his, sighing softly.
    He put a hand on her cheek and turned into her, taking his time before he slid his tongue between her lips, taking his time again before he plunged further into the recesses of her mouth. It was like reciting poetry, the way she tasted. Like honey-dripped words that danced on his lips before sinking deeper into his soul.
    This was how she deserved to be kissed. Sure, his dick was hard and pressing tightly against his jeans, but he could ignore that. For her. Without knowing her that well, the way he suddenly wanted to, he knew this one thing—Kira Larson was the real deal.
    It surprised him, this revelation of his. But it wasn’t unwelcomed.
    When he finally broke away, they were both breathless. She offered an adorable smile, her lips shining and swollen.
    He took a step back from her—both physically and mentally—and looked her over. He had a story to write and he couldn’t let a simple kiss get in the way of a spot on the paper.
    He also couldn’t let her walk away. Not again. He had to spend more time with her. “Look, are you doing anything later? Or now?” He couldn’t say for sure if his motivation for asking was for the article or because he couldn’t stand to be away from her. He told himself he didn’t have to decide yet. He could wait and see how the day played out.
    Kira twisted a piece of her hair around her finger. “Not really. I’m supposed to meet my friends at The Kitchen, but I can blow them off. Are you inviting me back to your apartment?”
    He nearly choked on