Anna's POV
I jerk my hand away and step back from him, dragging my dress up to cover my bare chest. A huge lump forms in my throat. My cheeks are burning. I can barely meet his eyes.
“Can I do it?” Dylan asks again, his voice low and teasing.
And just like that, the universe decides to laugh at me—because I start hiccupping. Loud, awkward, uncontrollable hiccups.
He tilts his head slightly, watching me with amusement. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but why do I get the feeling that you haven’t done it before?” he asks.
I don’t say anything. I can’t. My throat feels like it’s closing in on itself.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he says.
My face heats up even more. “I’m not,” I lie quickly, my voice too high-pitched. My heart is now pounding so hard it feels like it wants to tear its way
