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.

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

down his forehead, to the corner of his nose until it found the first brush of

fed his ego and I honestly wanted to

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

had no right to judge me by just

for longer, his eyes unblinking before he tears them away. “You just seem like a girl who

| stiffen.

Cherish my first time?

I didn’t have to stop daydreaming of a perfect life, before my life wasn’t in shambles. I did, once want to cherish my first

the road and drove over my stupid rose colored glasses and

I know or heard had said the same thing. They regret losing their virginity to the guy that popped their cherry. Because guys in real life aren’t guys in romance

was actually doing this for a cause and there were no feelings

used them

wrong. I don’t care about making my 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 answered, my gaze dropping to his

care that this would be

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 hoping

he was attractive but it was quite obvious he

said, I just want you to show me some stuff. Get me a little experienced in the

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