“It must be traumatizing for you,” Jackson said, his tone low, his gaze never leaving Aina. “You just came back to tell us something, yet you saw us doing that.”
He added, “Not to mention that you’re young and innocent. For someone who doesn’t have any idea about that, what you saw was shocking.”
Aina’s movement halted for a second, the cotton staying at the top of Jackson’s wound. Her cheeks were burning red, finding their conversation somehow awkward, but at the same time, her gaze darkened.
“You’re right. It was awkward and embarrassing,” Aina said, finally dampening the cotton for the last time before disposing it. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t have any idea about s*x, Jack.”
And that's the truth. Aina isn’t that innocent when it comes to s*x, and ideas don't require experience.
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