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be embarrassed. It’s cool.”
    “Um…yeah. I guess it’s something like that,” she mumbled.
    “Look, we can just watch a movie if you want,” I said. “No pressure. I just wanted to get away from all that shit….with you, of course. The party was getting a bit too hectic.”
    “Don’t you want to keep an eye on things and make sure they won’t break stuff out there?” she asked.
    She had a point, but I shrugged and flashed a grin at her. “I’d rather be in here with you.”
    She smiled shyly again. “Okay. Cool. Well, a movie sounds good…for now.”
    For now, huh? I liked the sound of that.
    I had a big screen set up on one side of the room, and it was attached to a computer which had hundreds of movies and TV shows on it.
    “What’s your favorite genre?” I asked.
    “Horror, I guess.”
    “Horror it is,” I said, selecting a scary movie which hadn’t come out in the cinemas yet. My Dad was friends with the producer, so I had an advanced screening copy of it.
    Half an hour later, Anya was sitting next to me at the head of my bed with her knees up at her chest, half-covering her eyes with one hand. A ghost jumped out at the main character onscreen, and she shrieked before burying her head in my shoulder.
    “Seriously?” I said, grinning. “I thought you said horror was your favorite genre.”
    She pulled her head away and smiled back at me. “I…um…I actually hate it.”
    “Why’d you suggest it then?”
    “Um…”
    “Oh, I get it,” I replied, ruffling her hair. “You’re secretly a total player, aren’t you? Purposely getting scared so you have an excuse to get all close and cuddly with me.”
    “Maybe. Did it work?” she asked softly. My heart almost melted from how nervous she was.
    “Damn right it did,” I said, completely ignoring the flashing screen at this point. I wrapped my arms around her again, and this time we kissed frantically, our tongues snaking into each other’s mouths as we slowly lowered ourselves on the bed.
    “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I growled, pulling my mouth away and moving it to her neck.
    I gently nibbled on her earlobe, and she moaned as goose bumps broke out across her delicate skin. “Cam, I…um…”
    I drew back, a question in my eyes. “What is it?”
    “I just thought you should know. I’ve never done this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
    “I know,” I replied. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging you.”
    “No, I don’t mean it like that. I mean…I’ve never had sex with anyone before. Ever.”
    Oh, shit. She was a virgin? I’d assumed she simply meant she didn’t usually hook up with guys on the first date…not that this was really a date.
    “How old are you?” I asked, tearing myself away from her. Fuck, I should’ve checked. Even sixteen-year-olds could look much older with the right outfit and makeup.
    “Eighteen,” she said. “I know it’s pathetic. It’s just that until now, I’ve never really wanted to…”
    Her voice trailed off, and I leaned back down and gently kissed her forehead. “It’s not pathetic,” I said. “If you want to stop, then it’s fine. Your first time should be special. Even an asshole like me knows that.”
    She vigorously shook her head. “No. I’m ready. I want this. Tonight has been amazing, and I want to make it even more amazing,” she said softly. “And by the way, you’re not an asshole, Cam. Not at all.”
    “You sure you want to?”
    She nodded, and I trailed my hand down over her dress, stroking and caressing her cleavage. “I’ll try to be gentle,” I said. “But if you need me to stop, just tell me.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    I’d never been with a virgin before. All the girls I’d slept with had been experienced, even during my first time, which had been with my friend’s older sister.
    If this was going to be Anya’s first time, then I needed to make it as special and memorable for her as possible. That didn’t mean I wanted it to be the only time,