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We’d already established that Dane was no virgin—far from it. There was no reason for me to keep my past a secret. We were friends. Friends talked about this stuff, right? And if I wanted him to agree to my request, I needed to let him know what he was working with.

Also, I’d had to put up with the knowledge of him and other girls for years. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a taste of his own medicine. Yes, we were only friends, but he wasn’t the only one who felt territorial at times.

And it was an opportunity to let him know I wasn’t the perfect, untouchable thing he saw me as. “There was a guy on the ranch next to my aunt’s. We hooked up occasionally.”

“What?” The truck jerked to the left before Dane quickly straightened up. “You and some guy hooked up? When? Where? How often?”

Wow. Okaaaay. “Did you think I was some innocent little virgin? I’m nearly twenty-two years old.”

“No,” he said too quickly. His fingers tightened on the wheel again. “But you want dating lessons. I assumed…” He stopped whatever he was going to say and glanced at me. “Did he pressure you or something? What’s his name?”

Honestly, it was like he saw me as Barbie’s pathetic redheaded cousin, the collectable edition. Perfect, but not to be played with, the “box” to remain unopened. And yeah, a smooth piece of plastic where my vagina was supposed to be. Like I wasn’t even a real girl. “Seriously? I’m not some perfect thing, Dane. I like sex as much as the next person.”

“You really fucked this guy?” he said, brows dropping low.

Now I was just getting irritated. “Yes, we had sex. We’d meet in a barn on my aunt’s property and…well, I’m sure you don’t need me to go into detail since you’re more than familiar with the act.”

“He the only one?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing…I just…”

“What?”

He cursed.

“Yes, he was the only one, not that it matters or is any of your business. He took my virginity. It was awkward and messy. I cried a little. He was sweet and kind. We slept together a handful of times after that, then he went to college. We’re still friends, and he texts me sometimes. There. Satisfied?”

“You cried?” he bit out. “He made you cry?”

Out of everything I’d just said, that was what he picked up on. “Have you ever had sex with a virgin?”

His gaze darted to me then back to the road. “No.”

“Well, everyone’s different. For some girls it’s a nonevent, no biggie, and for others there can be some pain. For me it was the latter, and it was also kind of emotional. He didn’t make me cry.” I shrugged. “He was just my first.”

“It hurt? Was emotional for you?”

“Well, yeah.” Mainly because, as nice as Martin was, he wasn’t who I’d thought my first time would be with.

I shoved that thought ruthlessly from my mind. I didn’t want a romantic relationship with Dane—I didn’t. I just wanted him to teach me his mad sex skills. That was all.

When he didn’t say anything more, I looked over at him.

His jaw was tight, a muscle under his eye twitching.

Unbelievable.

Chapter Six

Dane

He was just my first.

Some guy had fucked my girl in a barn and made her cry. The experience was emotional. I hated that story, every part of it.

“Are you really angry right now? Seriously?” she said.