LEXI'S POV
“So, you’re not gay,” I said while lying on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. I couldn’t move, as if my brain still hadn’t fully processed everything that had just happened.
“Who said I’m gay?” he replied, and I felt his hands slide under my neck and the backs of my thighs. I didn’t resist as he lifted me and carried me to his bed.
When I felt the soft mattress beneath me, I instinctively closed my eyes for a moment. I have to admit, my back was sore—from the cold floor and, of course, from what we had done earlier. Still naked, I pulled the blanket over myself to cover my body.
“My parents think I am, but that doesn’t mean it’s true. And I just proved that to you,” he said with a smirk, standing by the bed.
I glanced at him. Now that he had a towel wrapped around
