Page 5 of Come for Me
“No,” I lie again. I cross and uncross my arms, trying to find a natural, more convincing way to stand.
“You are . . . Alaina, are you . . . ?”
I avert my eyes.
“Has no one ever . . . ?”
I look at the ground, trying to think ofanythingto say to change the topic.
“Alaina . . .”
“No! Okay? No, I haven’t . . . I don’t know . . .”
I don’t even know why I’m embarrassed. I thought being a virgin is supposed to be a good thing in the spirit of double standards and everything, right? Then, why did it seem like admitting I’ve never had sex was like saying I was less than desirable?
Caleb’s eyes widen, running a hand through his hair. “Jemma never... ?”
I shoot him a look. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same Jemma?” I snort.
Caleb stares at me, perplexed. Taking a breath in, holding it, before audibly exhaling.
Goddess only knows what he must be thinking of me. As a girl growing up, you’re taught that guys are after one thing, yet, somehow, here I was, the weird eighteen-year-old virgin.
Of course the future alpha has had sex before, along with everyone else I know.
So, what is wrong with me?
“I guess that makes sense.”
I punch his arm, causing him to yelp. “Asshole.”
“No, I don’t mean it like that,” he assures me, running a hand through his hair.
I cross my arms, waiting for an explanation.
“You’re beautiful.”
I’m what?
“But I know you, and I know this pack.”
The future alpha thinks I’m beautiful?
I can’t pay attention to anything else he’s saying.
“There’s not a guy here worthy of touching you.”
What is happening?
“It’s drugs, right? You’re on drugs,” I rationalize, turning away from him.
Grabbing my arm, he spins me to face him. Minutes pass as he holds me close, our breaths in sync. His tongue quickly darts out, peeking between his full lips.
He stares at mine before finally leaning in. The kiss deepens, and I open my mouth, welcoming his exploration.
Something awakens inside me.
I break the kiss. “I don’t want to be eighteen and a virgin anymore,” I blurt, cringing.
