Page 34 of Entangled
“Twenty-seven. You?”
“Forty next month.” Rubbing his jaw, he eyes me curiously. “So, there really wasn’t anyone else?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because I want to know.”
I roll my eyes at his toddler-like response. “I expected an answer like that.”
He smirks. “Then why’d you ask?”
“Morbid curiosity, maybe?” I shrug. “Like I said, I haven’t left the property in fifteen years. Doesn’t make for much of a sex life.”
“Right. But what about before that?”
I cock my head to the side. “How many kids do you know that are having sex at twelve years old?”
“You’d be surprised. My sister’s a teacher. She’s told me all kinds of crazy shit. They start young, nowadays.”
“Well, I can assure you, I wasn’t one of those early bloomer kids. I played Barbies until I was fifteen.” I poke him in the center of his chest. “Aside from you, Thor was the only—” I clamp my mouth shut when I realize what I said.
“Who the hell is Thor?”
“The Norse god of thunder. Obviously.”
“Are we talking about an imaginary friend here? Or are you one of those people who fucks spirits?”
I heave an exasperated sigh. “You met Thor the other day. You know, my sparkly boyfriend?”
He barks out a laugh. “You named your vibrator?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. It’s probably the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” His smile widens. “Do you name all your toys?”
“Only my favorites. I named my clit tickler Apollo, and I have a pleasure wand that I call Loki. Mythology is one of my many interests. Any other questions?”
“Yeah.” Henry moves to stand between my legs and grips the edge of the table on either side of me. “How did I measure up?”
“There’s no comparison.” When my brain registers the hurt written in his features, I cup his cheeks. “As in, I’d keep them locked in a drawer forever if I could have you instead.”
He stares into my eyes for an eternity before speaking, and the sadness in his gaze takes my breath away. “Forevers don’t happen for me.”
“You can’t say that—”
“Oh, but I can. History doesn’t lie.” He straightens, and my hands drop into my lap. “Your studio is that door on the landing, right?”
I blink a few times, confused. “Yeah, why?”
“I’m going to bed.”
I hop down from the table. “You don’t have to sleep in my studio. I have a queen-sized bed. There’s no need for the prim and proper gentleman act. We’ve already had sex, for crying out loud.”
“I sleep alone, Rowan.” His tone makes it crystal clear there’s no room for discussion.
My heart sinks. He was my first kiss, and I just lost my fucking virginity to him, all in the span of one night. Here I thought maybe I could fall asleep in his arms. Apparently not.
I wrap myself in a hug. “Wow. OK. Sleep well, I guess.”
