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and
satisfied.
    Brendan turned
his head and brought his eyes to mine.
    “I’ve never
really had one.”
    “Really?” I
asked, unable to contain my surprise at his response. I knew he was
young, but still, he was old enough to have had girlfriends. “Not
even in high school?”
    Brendan shook
his head. He brought his hand up and ran it over his face, and I
couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed by the fact, or frustrated that
I’d asked.
    “No, I mean, I
hung out with girls in high school, took ‘em to dances and stuff,
but I’ve never called anyone my girlfriend . I don’t know …
Brock dated off and on growing up, but he came with too much
baggage for most women to handle, and I watched Brady get put
through the ringer by the girl he loved. I guess I just never
thought it was worth it. I didn’t want the stress and heartache. It
felt better to keep things casual and always experience the fun
side of relationships.” He closed his eyes and added, “And I know
that makes me sound like a major asshole.”
    I thought about
his response, and since I could understand his position, I replied
honestly, “No, I get it, you were protecting yourself. You’ve dealt
with major loss, Brendan, so I can see why you’d be guarded. I
wouldn’t say that makes you a major asshole, maybe just a minor
one…” I elbowed him lightly to let him know I was joking, and was
pleased when he chuckled.
    When he sobered
he said, “I was always upfront with the girls I hooked up with,
letting them know I wasn’t looking to meet the parents or carry
their purse while we’re out shopping for dresses.” He shifted so he
was on his side facing me and proceeded to make my heart clench.
“I’ve never felt with anyone the things I feel with you, and
although I have no experience, and I’ll probably screw this thing
up, I’d like to see where it goes.”
    “You mean you
want to see each other exclusively?” I asked, wanting to make sure
we were on the same page.
    “Yes.”
    “No
groupies?”
    “None.”
    “And you want
to meet my da and carry my purse while we go dress shopping?”
    Brendan laughed
at that, his handsome face lighting up.
    “Absolutely.”
    “That’s not
really what relationships are about, you know that, right?”
    “I told you I had no experience.”
    I smirked at
him, then brought my finger up to trace his lips.
    “I’ll be happy
to teach you,” I replied, thinking about the things he’d promised
to teach me. “It’ll be a learning experience for both of us.”
    He sucked the
tip of my finger into his mouth and bit it lightly, causing shivers
to run through me.
    “What’s the
best sexual experience you’ve ever had?” I asked.
    “With you the
night we met.”
    “Good answer,”
I replied, thinking it was definitely mine as well. “What’s the
worst thing you’ve ever said to a woman you were hooking up with?”
    Brendan’s
eyebrows rose and he asked, “Do you really want me to answer that?
I don’t want to look like more of a pig than I already do.”
    “I don’t think
that’s possible,” I responded, and when he scowled I realized how
the must have taken my words. “That’s not what I meant.” I laughed
and added, “I meant that you couldn’t say anything that would
change my mind about you…” I thought about it, then amended,
“Unless you tell me that you shamed someone, or hurt someone, and
got off on it. That would change everything.”
    Brendan took a
deep breath and looked pained, which caused me to panic and wonder
if I should retract my statement. Maybe I didn’t want to know.
    “I once told a
girl to blow me, or I was going to sleep.”
    If I’d been
standing, I would have been bent over, that’s how hard I started
laughing. I don’t know if it was so much that I thought what he
said was funny, or if I was relieved that he wasn’t a closet
sadist, but when I was able to catch my breath long enough I asked,
“Wha-at?”
    “It had been a
long night and I was tired.