Layla’s pov

As the words slipped out of his mouth, I then realized how really dumb it was to even suggest that he take my virginity even though I didn’t quite ask him to pop my cherry directly.

But obviously, he would’ve known when he did break my hymen or barrier, whatever society calls it these days.

I had thought the blush on my face couldn’t get impossibly redder, I was wrong. It feels like someone put fire on my cheeks.

I looked at him with a slightly opened mouth and prayed inwardly that a fly wouldn’t manage to get inside my mouth. I couldn’t bear any more humiliation in front of him.

I was about to retort with something, maybe something that would embarrass me more. But then Tyler decided to open his perfect mouth and worded out.

“I didn’t take you for that kind of girl Layla,” He cooked his head to the side, studying me intently until I squirmed in unease…

With my jaw ticking in slight anger from hearing his words, I voiced out through clenched teeth. “And what kind of girl did you take me for Tyler?”

His green eyes bore into my own, and I felt a flick or maybe it was a zap running through my lower belly. I blamed it on nerves and probably anger and swept it to the side.

It was nothing much to ponder on.

He was studying me intensely, I could tell by how he refused to even blink his eyes. Growing uncomfortable by his stare, I lift an inpatient brow, telling him silently that I awaited his answer.

He finally said. I find my eyes refusing to tear from a single drop of water that came from the ends of his dark

with keen interest as it rolled down his forehead, to the corner of his nose until it found the first brush of his lips where it crawled all the way

I honestly wanted to just jump out of his ridiculously expensive car and stomp my foot in

further mortification, I fixed myself and played it cool by peering into his eyes nonchalantly.” Then what did you mean

didn’t know me, so he had no right to

them away. “You just seem like a girl who cares about these kinds of stuff.

| stiffen.

Cherish my first time?

have to stop daydreaming of a perfect life, before my life

colored glasses and now everything was, dull and black. The world

their virginity to the guy that popped their cherry. Because guys in real life aren’t guys in romance fiction

was actually doing this for a cause and there were no feelings attached. I wouldn’t get hurt like the

guy used them only just

first time perfect or have a huge lists of every single guy who would deserve it. I don’t care about those silly stuff.” I

a quick pause.” You don’t care that

a warning deep within his tone, one that told me he wanted to make this clear to me, that I wouldn’t get anything more than just sex. Not that I was

don’t like Tyler like that, sure he was attractive but it was quite obvious he wasn’t a guy to settle

“It would be just sex for me to Tyler. Like I said, I just want you to show me some stuff. Get me a little

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