Shana
“You’re thinking so hard that I can hear your brain,” Vincent teases me by whispering into my ear. “Care to tell me what’s on your mind?”
“That we shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, but I feel guilty the moment Vincent widens his eyes with vulnerability making them glisten. I quickly add, “Just because we are at the back of the plane doesn’t mean people won’t hear us. This isn’t the place where...you know...I want THAT sort of thing to happen.”
“Oh...”
“Yeah...is that weird?”
Vincent doesn’t respond, and panic slams into me. Of course, this is weird—I’m rejecting the most gorgeous guy on campus—something is definitely wrong with me. The worst part is that I want him. I could happily let go of my inhibitions, but I rather lose my virginity in a bed.
“No, I understand,” Vincent mu
