Chapter Eight
Holly
Oh dear God. I just told Nate I was a virgin.
The moment my last sentence went strolling out of my mouth—entirely without my permission, by the way—I wanted to snatch it back and run.
Nate’s mouth actually fell open. With my cheeks flaming hot, I almost burst out laughing. For a split second, I had the upper hand. I’d managed to surprise the hell out of him. Except now, he knew my biggest, most annoying, secret.
After a moment, he shook his head. “What?” He looked genuinely confused.
I was going to have to breeze my way right through this. Whatever. He might annoy the hell out of me sometimes, and I might wish I didn’t want him the way I did, but he wouldn’t run his mouth. I took a big gulp of my coffee, savoring the bitterness and wishing I had that kick of dark
