Little virgin explores.
Lena’s POV
I hated being the last one. The last to get a driver’s license, the last to move out, and now—at twenty-two—the last virgin in my friend group. It wasn’t even about romance anymore. I wasn’t sitting around waiting for some grand love story; I just wanted to know what all the fuss was about.
“I don’t get it,” I groaned, slumping onto the couch in my best friend Taylor’s apartment. “People make losing your virginity sound like this huge, life-changing thing, and yet all of you act like it was just… fine.”
“Because it was,” Taylor said, barely glancing up from her phone. “Lena, babe, you’re romanticizing it too much. Just pick a guy and get it over with.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t want to ‘get it over with.’ I just… I don’t know. I want it to be go
