Carefully, I laced my fingers in his out of curiosity. It sent a message of sorts–a welcoming one perhaps. He considered it for a moment looking down at our hands linked of my own volition. He could assume what he wanted. He was warm and comfortable, and I wanted to have a little of it for a moment.

“Question for a question?” Knowing I’d regret another thing, I added it to the list anyway.

He didn’t answer with words. The pillows were brought down, and we propped ourselves up while he looked at me suspiciously.

To start us off in an insane manner, I asked, “So have you ever slept with a virgin?”

His eyes went wide, the surprise abundantly clear on his face for the second time today. “Damn, went straight to it, Blondie.” He breathed out slowly, tracing soft circles on my hand with his thumb. A touch that sent a warm pulse through my skin. “If you must know, yes. Have you ever touched yourself?”

I started this, so why was I shocked? My cheeks heated up and I hesitated to answer. “Um, can I pass?”

He shook his head, a devious smile playing on his lips. “Nope. You asked, now you answer.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “A couple of times, but I have no clue what I’m doing. Outside of me, have you ever been on a date that didn’t end up with hooking up with them?”

He paused for a moment, weighing his answer. “A couple of times,” he finally admitted. His voice dropped low, almost seductive. “Have you kissed anyone but me?”

I bit my lip. “I’m sure you know of one, but outside of him? No.” Saying it out loud made me feel like I was stripping myself bare in front of him, exposing it all. “Did you expect me to sleep with you at all?” This question was going to give me something I didn’t know that I wanted.

The space between us shrank as he shifted closer to me. “Not at all. You intrigued the hell out of me and I wanted to figure out why.” His eyes darkened as he asked, “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”

Our conversation started a warmth low in my belly that I didn’t want to think about, but I started it all. Thinking about the crazy things I’ve done–which I could probably count on one hand–I only came up with everything I’ve done with him. “It’s a tie between getting on your bike or kissing you in my closet.” I tried to keep my voice steady, despite my hummingbird heart fluttering away in my chest. “What’s the craziest thing the infamous Brent Vaughn has done?”

He answered quickly and without hesitation. “Getting interested in you. What’s the first thing you thought when you saw me?”