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.

my eyes refusing to tear from a single drop of

nose until it found the first brush of his lips where it crawled all the way down until his tongue peeked out to

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

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

so he had no right to judge me

longer, his eyes unblinking before he tears them away. “You just seem like a girl who cares about these kinds

| stiffen.

Cherish my first time?

a perfect life, before my life wasn’t in shambles. I did, once want to cherish my first time with

huge ass bus came barreling down the road and drove over my stupid rose colored glasses and now everything was, dull and black. The world was

their cherry. Because guys in real life aren’t guys in romance fiction novels. They just want one thing, to just slip it in and not care

I would prove to be the best decision I wouldn’t regret, was because I was actually doing this for

the guy used them only just for

lists of every single guy who would deserve it. I

You don’t care that this would

clear to me, that I wouldn’t get anything more than just

like Tyler like that, sure he was attractive but it was quite obvious he wasn’t a guy to settle down with or have hopes

shook my head, my eyes lifting to his. “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 experienced in

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