Page 61 of The Law of Attraction
“Who goes first?” Adam asked.
“I don’t know,” Olivia replied, struggling to think of a question she wanted to ask him.
“I’ll go, then. How old were you when you lost your virginity?” He blurted it out with no hesitation, as if he’d been thinking of it for a while.
“Wow. You really just went for it without any kind of easing-in period, didn’t you?”
He shrugged, looking pleased with himself. “You said nothing’s off-limits.”
“Did I say that exactly?” She didn’t recall using those exact words, but she supposed it might have been implied.
“You didn’t say anything was off-limits. And you’re the one who said we’re just friends until the power comes back on.”
It was true. She had said that. She just hadn’t expected him to switch gears so abruptly.
Olivia grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs closer. “And I suppose you know when all your friends lost their virginity, do you?”
“You can’t ask me a question until you’ve answered mine—unless you want to use one of your passes.”
If he was starting with first sexual experiences right out of the gate, she could only imagine the questions were going to get even more personal and embarrassing from here, which meant she’d better hold on to her passes for dear life. “I was seventeen,” she said. “My turn.”
He nodded, displaying no reaction to her confession. “Hit me.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” It seemed as good a place to start as any, and turnabout was only fair.
“Twenty-one,” he answered, surprising her. “Who was he?”
“What?” She was still digesting the fact that he hadn’t had sex until he was in his twenties. A man as hot as this, who could probably have had anyone he wanted, and he’d waited. Why? Was it some chastity pledge, or something else? She wanted to ask, but wasn’t sure she was brave enough to do it.
“The person you lost your virginity with,” Adam prompted. “Who was he—or she, if it was a she?” His eyebrow quirked inquisitively.
“It was a he.” Olivia picked at a loose thread on her pants. This particular chapter of her life made her feel a little ashamed. “His name was Mike.”
“I’m gonna need more than that.”
“Then you can ask another question on your next turn.”
“No, I didn’t ask what his name was. You have to tell me who he was to you.”
“Fine. He was a senior I dated for a couple months my junior year of high school. We were in theater together, and I did his makeup for Oklahoma. He took me to prom, and we had sex in the back seat of his car outside the after-party at his best friend’s house. Satisfied?”
She didn’t mention that they’d had to split a six-pack of Zima to work up the nerve to do the deed, or that she’d broken up with him a week later, because she’d realized she didn’t really like him that much. She’d just been impatient to punch her v-card, and he’d seemed like the most expedient means to an end. She still felt guilty about using him like that.
“Romantic. Sounds like a real Casanova.”
She lifted her chin. “Maybe I was the Casanova.”
“I can believe it.” Something in Adam’s expression sucked the air out of her lungs. “Your turn again,” he prompted when she didn’t speak.
She struggled to think up a question. “Who was your first time?” It wasn’t very original to copy all his questions, but she wanted to know the full story.
He lay back on the bed and laced his hands behind his head. “Her name was Brie, and we dated for most of our senior year of college.” He spoke in a monotone, like he was reeling off facts from a textbook. “Our first time was at her apartment off campus, two months after our first date.”
Olivia searched his expression for some hint of emotion, but there wasn’t one.
His head swiveled her way. “Most embarrassing moment?”
This one was a no-brainer. “In third grade, Jenny Gleason made me laugh so hard I peed my pants in the lunchroom.”
