*Rapunzel*
“What?” I whisper, realizing my fingers tremble as if lightning struck me. I withdraw my hand. “Did I do something wrong?”
His face is dark. The silvery feeling leaves my body as quickly as it arrived.
“You came,” he says, his voice clipped.
I draw my knees to my side and sit up. “Ah… yes?” It seems such a paltry word for what just happened. I feel pulses in parts of my body where I’ve never felt them before.
His jaw tightens. “Was it your first time?”
I freeze, realizing my mistake. The champagne… the pleasure... it made me recklessly abandoned. I nod.
Disbelief, then fury, rips across his face. His words hit like hammer blows. “Then what happened when you supposedly came the other…” he pauses “… three times?”
My mind spins from the champagne, and the only solution I ca
