with a thick, lush forest as its backdrop. “Caine, I’m sorry for running out on you,” I begin, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible. I start twisting my fingers to ease my nerves.
“I don’t understand. You say I didn’t do anything wrong, but something caused you to leave,” he says. Dammit . I hate talking about this.
“There are just some things you don’t know about me. That’s all,” I say. He moves to take my hand in his, causing me to flinch.
“Really, Lacey? Last night, we did a lot more than hold hands,” he says. I close my eyes to get my thoughts together.
“Caine, what I did last night, I’ve never done before. Ever,” I admit.
“Well, it’s not like I go around having one-night stands either,” he shoots back.
“No, you don’t understand. I’ve never had a one-night stand before because... because I’ve never...”
Caine cuts me off. “What? Are you saying you were a virgin?” he asks completely shocked. I close my eyes, not wanting to digest the gravity of what I gave away. I nod , unable to say the truth. Caine inhales a deep breath and exhales slowly. We sit for a moment. He still has my hand but his grasp has increased. “Do you regret it?”
“Um, I don’t know,” I answer him honestly.
“I understand. I’m sorry, Lacey. I had no idea. I cannot believe I was so stupid for not figuring it out,” he says, hunching over, as if defeated.
“Caine, you had no way of knowing. It’s not like you had to break through something.” I shrug.
“But there wasn’t any blood. I thought if you were a virgin there would be a lot of blood,” he says, with a confused look. I smile.
“Are you saying you have never taken someone’s virginity before , mister?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Well, thanks to you, I don’t know what the hell to think.” He relaxes.
“Caine, there isn’t always blood. It depends on a bunch of things, primarily the female’s anatomy. I had a horrific accident when I was younger on my bike that ripped my hymen, causing me to bleed. That is probably why there was no blood last night.” I try to assure him.
“Oh, wow. That doesn’t sound pleasant,” he pipes in.
“Uh, no. It hurt like hell,” I tell him.
“How did it happen?” he asks.
“Well, I was riding my bike with my shoelaces untied – a big no-no according to my parents. Anyway, my laces got caught in the spokes and before I realized how tangled they were, I tried to remove my foot to get off the bike. My shoes were too far tangled for me to successfully put my foot on the ground. I tried to brace myself for the fall but my body was twisted. My bike hit the pavement first, and then I landed with a small portion of the seat invading me,” I explained.
“Oh my God Lacey, that’s horrible. I’m sorry that happened,” he says.
“Yeah, well the worst part was my father having to take me to the ER because my mom wasn’t home. It was quite embarrassing,” I say shyly.
“Well, I guess that explains the lack of blood,” he says. “But, you haven’t told me why you left,” he finished.
“Caine, I don’t know why. I just did,” I tell him looking away.
“Lacey, you’re lying. Don’t fucking lie to me. Why did you leave?” he asks with some of his earlier anger returning.
I take a deep, calming breath, close my eyes, and gather the courage from wherever I can find it. “Caine, I’m sorry I left last night without letting you know. It was wrong, but I was scared, embarrassed, and most of all, ashamed.” He looks at me with furrowed brows trying not to let my confession hurt him. “Please understand. I wasn’t ashamed of you. I was ashamed of myself because I used you.” Pain replaces the hurt on his face. “Before you get upset, let me finish.” I take a deep breath. “When I was little something happened. I had a great family, or so I thought. One day, mom dragged my sister and me to her parents; it was just like every other time we went
“I don’t understand. You say I didn’t do anything wrong, but something caused you to leave,” he says. Dammit . I hate talking about this.
“There are just some things you don’t know about me. That’s all,” I say. He moves to take my hand in his, causing me to flinch.
“Really, Lacey? Last night, we did a lot more than hold hands,” he says. I close my eyes to get my thoughts together.
“Caine, what I did last night, I’ve never done before. Ever,” I admit.
“Well, it’s not like I go around having one-night stands either,” he shoots back.
“No, you don’t understand. I’ve never had a one-night stand before because... because I’ve never...”
Caine cuts me off. “What? Are you saying you were a virgin?” he asks completely shocked. I close my eyes, not wanting to digest the gravity of what I gave away. I nod , unable to say the truth. Caine inhales a deep breath and exhales slowly. We sit for a moment. He still has my hand but his grasp has increased. “Do you regret it?”
“Um, I don’t know,” I answer him honestly.
“I understand. I’m sorry, Lacey. I had no idea. I cannot believe I was so stupid for not figuring it out,” he says, hunching over, as if defeated.
“Caine, you had no way of knowing. It’s not like you had to break through something.” I shrug.
“But there wasn’t any blood. I thought if you were a virgin there would be a lot of blood,” he says, with a confused look. I smile.
“Are you saying you have never taken someone’s virginity before , mister?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Well, thanks to you, I don’t know what the hell to think.” He relaxes.
“Caine, there isn’t always blood. It depends on a bunch of things, primarily the female’s anatomy. I had a horrific accident when I was younger on my bike that ripped my hymen, causing me to bleed. That is probably why there was no blood last night.” I try to assure him.
“Oh, wow. That doesn’t sound pleasant,” he pipes in.
“Uh, no. It hurt like hell,” I tell him.
“How did it happen?” he asks.
“Well, I was riding my bike with my shoelaces untied – a big no-no according to my parents. Anyway, my laces got caught in the spokes and before I realized how tangled they were, I tried to remove my foot to get off the bike. My shoes were too far tangled for me to successfully put my foot on the ground. I tried to brace myself for the fall but my body was twisted. My bike hit the pavement first, and then I landed with a small portion of the seat invading me,” I explained.
“Oh my God Lacey, that’s horrible. I’m sorry that happened,” he says.
“Yeah, well the worst part was my father having to take me to the ER because my mom wasn’t home. It was quite embarrassing,” I say shyly.
“Well, I guess that explains the lack of blood,” he says. “But, you haven’t told me why you left,” he finished.
“Caine, I don’t know why. I just did,” I tell him looking away.
“Lacey, you’re lying. Don’t fucking lie to me. Why did you leave?” he asks with some of his earlier anger returning.
I take a deep, calming breath, close my eyes, and gather the courage from wherever I can find it. “Caine, I’m sorry I left last night without letting you know. It was wrong, but I was scared, embarrassed, and most of all, ashamed.” He looks at me with furrowed brows trying not to let my confession hurt him. “Please understand. I wasn’t ashamed of you. I was ashamed of myself because I used you.” Pain replaces the hurt on his face. “Before you get upset, let me finish.” I take a deep breath. “When I was little something happened. I had a great family, or so I thought. One day, mom dragged my sister and me to her parents; it was just like every other time we went
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