It wasn’t a big deal. It didn’t mean anything. I wasn’t her type and she was probably a virgin.
Shit. Was bookworm a virgin? The whole virginity thing was bullshit and it didn’t matter, but I was still curious. Hannah was cute. Our date yesterday was her first.
Her date. Not our date. That wasn’t a date.
Panic streaked through me.
If she didn’t have any s****l experience, then she didn’t have any standards.
The thought of someone messing it up with Hannah made my skin too tight. A rock formed in my throat and I swallowed. Carter was off the table. There was no way Hannah would let him anywhere near her naked.
Holden wasn’t interested in Hannah, I was pretty sure. I frowned. I’d talk to him later about that, make sure he knew that it was a practice date. It could be a practice date fo
