“I’m so sorry,” I said, placing my warm face in my hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be,” he said, patting my back.
“I’m —”
I sensed some anger in him, as though he was doing and saying things to come off as sensitive, but it didn’t seem genuine.
But how could I say I wasn’t interested? How could anyone not be interested in Leo? I didn’t want him to get mad, or to force anything with me.
Everything inside me said no to him; our brief kiss had told me that. Besides, I had no experience at all beyond my high school boyfriend.
“I’m a virgin,” I blurted.
Then I saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes. Nobody messed with a virgin unless he wanted to be her boyfriend and hang around for months and months, exclusively dating her. That was the rule, wasn’t it?
“No worries,” he said, t
