Page 49 of Perfect Enough

She frantically shook her head. “No. I can’t.”

Narrowing my eyes at her, I said, “I dare you to say it.”

A disbelieving chuckle slipped from her lips. “I’m sorry. Did you just dare me?”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I nodded. “What were you going to say?”

For a few seconds there, I thought she would try and run away from me again.

“I didn’t take you for someone who wouldn’t say what she was thinking.”

Suddenly, she lifted her chin and looked directly into my eyes. “You’relarge, both in length and girth.”

My eyes went wide. “Um…thank you?” I wasn’t sure why that came out sounding like a question.

She fought to keep my gaze, but I knew she wanted to look away. “I’m sure that’s not the first time you’ve heard that, though.”

“You may find this hard to believe, but you’re the first woman to…”It was my turn to let my voice trail off.

Her interest piqued, she asked, “The first woman to what?”

Turning abruptly and heading into the kitchen, I asked, “What would you like for breakfast?”

“Oh, no, Josh. You don’t get to walk away like that. You have to tell me what you were about to say. It’s only fair after I word vomited. I mean, I told you I was cock-gazing!”

Laughing, I looked at her. “Where in the hell did you come up with that?”

She shrugged. “My best friend is kind of…” She looked up in thought. “No, sheisthe female version of a man whore.”

My eyes went wide again. “Chloe?”

“Yes. I think I’ve told you about some of the guys she’s, um…dated.”

I chuckled. “Yes, you have. Eggs? I also have some fruit.”

“Scrambled eggs and toast sound good. Fruit does as well, but let me help you.”

Motioning around the kitchen, I said, “Make yourself at home.”

Sophia did just that, and we worked together in silence until she said, “I’m the first woman to what?”

I sighed. “You’re not going to give this up, are you?”

She shook her head as she cut some strawberries. “Nope!”

“Fine. You’re the first woman to see me completely naked.”

The knife in her hand clattered to the cutting board. She slowly turned and looked at me. “How is that possible?”

I gave a one-shoulder shrug.

“Do you have some kink about keeping your clothes on when you have sex?”

When I shook my head, she tilted her head and studied me. She picked the knife up and started cutting the fruit again. After slicing two strawberries, she looked back at me.

“Josh…are you gay?”

I nearly choked on my tongue.