Page 31 of Tasting Innocence
“Okay. Okay,” he says cutting me off. “I’ll admit I’m kind of surprised, because I thought for sure you’d have been with someone by now, and now I feel like shit for saying those things to you when you’ve never even experienced...but, okay.” He takes a breath and runs his hands through his hair. “I’m not an asshole, Vi. I know my reputation. I know I’m the rich, stupid jock that sleeps with anything with a pus-vagina, and it’s not completely untrue, but I wouldn’t expect you to be like any of the other girls I’ve been with. In fact, I’m glad you’re not. You’re so much better than any of them.”
I smile, feeling the warmth in my cheeks. “Okay, first of all, you can say pussy in front of me. I’m not a total prude.” He chuckles at that. “And if you think I’m better than them, then why do you get with them in the first place?”
He shrugs. “If I said I’m a guy, would that be a suitable answer?”
I shake my head. “Men.”
“Look, Vi. I’m not a saint, but you know that.”
“And I’m more of a saint than you realized,” I say with a small grin, ducking my chin.
He brings his thumb and forefinger to my chin, lifting my head so I can look into his blue eyes. “It doesn’t bother me. If you were worried that I’d lose interest because you don’t have any experience, then you’re wrong.”
A wave of relief washes over me and I grin. “So, what are we doing?”
Dex grabs my hand and studies my face for a few seconds before answering. “What do you want to do?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, my brows pulling together a little. “It’s up to me?”
His tongue dances across his bottom lip before he smirks. “Yes, it’s up to you.”
I laugh nervously. “I’m confused. Am I making a decision on whether we date versus whether we just hookup?”
“What do you want?” he asks again.
“Well...you don’t really date.”
He doesn’t respond, just simply lifts his head marginally while running his finger over his lips. I wonder if there’s a wrong answer here. If I say I want to date, will he be okay with that? If I say I just want to hookup, then does that mean that while we’re making out and starting things slow that he’ll still be off fucking around with other chicks?
I hate that I’m acting like a stupid girl who only cares about what the man wants. Screw that. That’s not me, so I’ll tell him what I want, and that’s how I’ll always be, and if he doesn’t like what I have to say, then so be it. I won’t cater to him and neglect myself.
“I want to date. Monogamously,” I say confidently.
“Okay,” he replies simply and quickly.
I wait for more, but he doesn’t say anything else. “Okay,” I repeat.
Before we can say or do anything else, Scarlet and Monique come rushing into the room, breathing hard.