Anton’s POV
Holy f*****g hell.
The woman who'd been driving me completely insane to the point of almost reverting back to caveman days was a goddamn virgin?
"What?"
She fidgeted uncomfortably, not meeting my gaze, "I haven't slept with anyone."
"How the f**k is that even possible?" I asked, standing up and running a hand through my hair, "How old are you?"
"Twenty one." she said, looking up at me.
"Haven't you had a boyfriend?"
Her eyes clouded over and she nodded tersely, "I have."
"And how long were you with him?"
"Entirely too long." she snapped, seemingly more irritated with the subject matter than me - but right now I couldn't be bothered to try to figure out why.
"You're sitting here discussing b*****e with me and you're a f*****g virgin. You can't be serious."
She stood
