I lifted my hand and caressed her cheek with my thumb. It seemed impossible that with how little time we spent in clothes when together, something as important as virginity was still between us. I didn't know why the hell I hesitated.
“Patience," I told her.
She made an angry sound and stomped her tiny foot. I was saved from tickling that foot by Nico and Megan.
“Hey, man," Nico said and gave me a bro shake, bumping my shoulder. “Women are feeding us homemade Italian food." He smiled. “I don't plan to tell my mother."
We all laughed and went to the table and sat down while the girls brought the food in. Megan poured red wine. I liked this but it didn't take my mind off the call.
My father sent me back here for his own reasons and I would probably never know them. What the hell was it
