Girl Heart Boy: No Such Thing as Forever (Book 1) by Ali Cronin Page B

out for two years in the end.’ He paused as if reminiscing. ‘She gave brilliant blow jobs.’
    ‘You lost your virginity to someone called Honey?’ I ignored the BJ comment-slash-subtle hint. I knew that giving him oral sex was probably the polite thing to do, since he’d done me the favour, but I was also pretty sure that, when it came to sex, the normal rules of etiquette needn’t apply. Bottom (ha ha) line? I just wasn’t ready to put his willy in my mouth.
    He grinned, showing his beautiful teeth. ‘What can I say? I went to a posh school.’
    I sniffed haughtily. ‘Well, if I may say so, Joe is a much more sensible name for one’s first shag.’
    He put his arm round me and drew me close. ‘Couldn’t agree more.’ He kissed the top of my head and we fell silent, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.
    I woke to find Joe fresh from the shower, naked and towelling his hair. It was the first time I’d seen his penis anything other than excited. It looked kind of sluggy.
    ‘Get up, lazy bones,’ he said, chucking me the towel. ‘I need food.’ I grinned happily and jumped out of bed, flicking his bum with the towel on my way out of the door. ‘You’ll pay for that, missy,’ he called after me.
    I giggled. I certainly hoped so.
    ‘So, who were those girls last night?’ I asked casually, studying the cafe menu. In the shower I’d started thinking about them again. That Mimi made me uneasy.
    Joe wrinkled his forehead. ‘I told you. Friends from uni.’ He put his menu back in its little wooden holder in the middle of the table. ‘What are you having?’
    ‘Uh, scrambled eggs on toast, I think. No, I mean, who
exactly
are they?’ I smiled at him. ‘I’m just interested.’
    ‘Scrambled eggs?’ Joe scoffed. ‘No way. You need a full English after all that exertion in my bed.’ I felt his bare foot working its way up my leg. I pushed it down.
    ‘Joe! I will not have such behaviour!’ I raised one eyebrow in what I hoped was a seductive fashion. He stuck his bottom lip out.
    ‘Sorry, Miss.’ Slouching in his chair, he grinned mischievously. ‘Can I help it if you drive me wild with desire?’
    Funnily enough, the friends conversation didn’t happen after that. Turned out sex talk over breakfast is most diverting, although a bit of a bummer when you have a train to catch. I crossed my legs and wondered if I was doomed to be permanently horny now I was with Joe. He got up to leave. ‘Right,’ he said,chucking a couple of notes on the table. ‘I’ll walk you to the station.’
    Back on the street we walked in silence, just enjoying being together. ‘I’ve had an amazing weekend,’ I said, leaning into him. ‘I would say you could come to mine next, but …’ I didn’t need to spell out that my parents would probably prove to be a bit of a downer on the whole riotous sex thing.
    Joe squeezed my hand briefly. ‘Yeah, well. I’ll text you or something, yeah?’
    Or something? I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, although I had nothing to say. He stopped and turned to me. ‘Look. Sarah.’ Oh God, he’d made his voice all gentle and conciliatory. Even with my limited experience, I knew what that meant. ‘You’re gorgeous, and great in bed, but I don’t want you getting the wrong idea … and thinking this is something it’s not.’
    ‘Well, what is it then?’ I felt sick.
    Joe shrugged. ‘It’s a bit of fun, isn’t it?’ He smiled at me encouragingly. ‘You’re still at school and I have uni and everything … It’s not like either of us is looking for a relationship.’
    Leaving him in Spain had nothing on this. At least then there was hope. I let go of Joe’s hand. I’d forgiven him once. I wasn’t going to do it again. Turning to leave, I quietly said, ‘I don’t know what I want. ButI did think maybe it was more than just sex.’ And then I walked away. He started to say something, but he quickly gave up, and then I heard him turn round and start