I look at her and want nothing but to hold her close again. There is a pain in her eyes that I want to ease, that I want to take away. If she’s never been interested in someone before, then… “Have you had a boyfriend before? Or girlfriend?” Doesn’t really matter either way.
“Yes,” she answers as she looks up. “But I never knew… I never understood…” Her eyes water and no matter how much I want to give her space, I pull her closer and wrap my arms around her.
Seeing her fear, her pain, her confusion, it hurts. I don’t even know how to make it better. Or if I’m even the best person to attempt it.
Her fingers curl up in my shirt, holding on tight, her breath coming out unevenly.
“Are you… Have you…” Damn, how am I even going to ask this without sounding like a big asshole?
“I’m not a virg
