Chapter 8
“Wine?” Penn asked when we got to his place.
I gulped and then nodded. “Sounds great.”
Everything had been well and good when we were back at the club, but now, I was wondering what the hell I was doing here. He lived in the building three down from mine. We’d been this close all summer. And now, I was here. In his flat. Anxiety warred with fear.
Did I tell him?
It wasn’t like I paraded around the fact that I was a virgin. It wasn’t a prime conversation starter. Amy knew, obviously. But I didn’t share the information, and I didn’t know how to say it now. It wasn’t like I could just come out and be like, Hey, P.S., I’m a virgin!
He didn’t even know that I was only eighteen and here with Amy the summer after graduation. These were things I normally thought that I’d share with
