Jessica swallowed hard. As much as she’d been avoiding the talk, she knew it needed to happen. If nothing else came from it, at least they’d walk away with some closure.
She took a steadying breath and asked the one question that had been tormenting her all day. “I’d like to know what I did wrong.”
Mark blinked, startled. “Wrong? When?”
“This morning,” she clarified.
His face tightened. “Jessica… you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then why—?”
He exhaled, looking pained. “Jessica… are you a virgin?”
Her cheeks flamed, betraying her before she could respond. “Uh… why do you ask?”
He didn’t look surprised. “Because I think you are. So, are you?”
“…Yes.”
“I could tell.”
She folded her arms protectively, her voice growing defensive. “Well, it was by choice.”
His tone softened. “It’s no
