Page 94 of Indescribable

“Also,” I blow out a breath. “This is kind of embarrassing but it’s been… a while for me.”

“How long of a while?”

“Seventeen months,” I mumble.

His eyes sparkle. “We have a lot of catching up to do, then.”

Something about him not telling me how long it’s been for him or if he’s clean triggers something in me that I don’t like. But, I can’tnotknow. I had too many years of lies and half-truths. If I don’t ask now, it’ll be something between us that will fester.

Maybe I’m old school, but I think I have the right to know if he was having sex with someone recently.

“Brock?”

He’s busy wreaking havoc on my neck. The skin is so sensitive and it sends pleasure coursing through me.

“Hmm?”

I nudge him to get his attention.

“Brock. I have a question.”

“I have an answer,” he says, still kissing me.

“How long for you?”

“How long for what, sweetheart?”

“When was the last time you…”

“Had sex?” he asks, humor lacing his voice. Is he laughing at me?

“Brock. I’m serious. I told you. You know my history. You know I have only been with Wyatt and no one else.”

He sits up and pulls me with him. “The last woman I was with was about eleven months ago. It wasn’t serious. I was tested at my last physical which was nine months ago. I’ve never gone without a condom. You can ask me anything you want to, Naomi. I’m not hiding anything from you. I should have come out and told you and I honestly don’t know why I didn’t.”

“Thank you for telling me now.”

“Any other questions? I’m not teasing you. I’m being completely sincere. I don’t want there to be anything between us that can make the rest of the night be ruined. There’s nothing off limits here.”

“How many?” I blurt out before I have the chance to suck the words back in.

“Seven. Total. That includes Lola who you know I was with for a while. It’s not a lot. It’s not a little, either. Only two in college. Then Lola. Four after Lola.”

That’s… specific. But I asked and he answered honestly.

I nod.

“Does that bother you?”

I think on his question before answering. “It shouldn’t, but it does. It doesn’t bother me that you lived a life, but it bothers me that…”

“That I was with other women before you?” he guesses.

“Yeah, and that makes me a jerk and a hypocrite.”

He smiles so wide I think his cheeks could break. “Baby, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”

I suck in a shocked breath. “You like that it bothers me?”