She looked up slowly and blinked.
“Are you done?”
I opened my mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
“No. I haven’t even started.”
Because my brain was racing. My stomach was doing gymnastics. And beneath all of that chaos was the real truth that I didn’t want to say out loud — that Marcus was the first person I almost gave it to. That I thought I loved him. That I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d finally be ready if it was with him. And he ruined it. Not just the moment. He ruined the whole idea of s*x for me. Turned it into a weapon. Made it feel like something I owed instead of something I wanted.
But instead of saying all that, I just folded my arms and hissed.
“God is watching you, Tasha. From heaven. With judgment and lightning bolts. So I hope your playlist is worth it.”
She snor
