How to Be a Virgin

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CHAPTER 3

      [ Mike ]

"Take off your clothes," I demanded as soon as we returned to my bedroom—the place where it all started. We had already gotten through all the small talk on the way here and I wasn't in any mood to continue talking. Besides, Noah didn't seem like the type to take charge of the situation, so someone had to.

I was determined to lose my virginity.

It wasn't going to be on my birthday, like I had originally planned, but better late than never.

Noah stood frozen in the doorway, his bright blue eyes scanning the room and eventually falling on me. "You just wanna do it, now?"

I took an over-exaggerated look around the room before fixing my gaze back on him. "Uh, yeah, that's what the whole 'take off your clothes' thing implies."

He broke eye contact and stared at my computer desk instead, almost like he was completely entranced by it which was impossible since it was topped with scattered papers and old homework. He bit down on his bottom lip and balled his hands into fists, opening and closing them every once in a while—a nervous habit, I realized.

"Maybe we should take it slow," he finally said when he brought his eyes back to me. I prepared myself to whine about his absurd request, but he added, "It'll make it better."

I tilted my head to the side as I advanced towards him, folding my arms across my chest. "How so?"

"How so?" he repeated as though he was caught off guard by my question. "Well, maybe, uh ... it'll build the anticipation and we can take our time to build up to it and enjoy all the individuals parts instead of doing everything at once." As soon as he finished speaking, his brows pulled together in confusion like he couldn't grasp what he had just said.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it made perfect sense.

"I like that," I agreed, continuing to close the gap between us until we were relatively close. He had backed away from me every time I moved closer, but now I had him pressed against the wall with nowhere else to go. He was a tad bit shorter than me, by a few inches probably, and that was made clear when he tilted his head up to keep the eye contact we shared. "You're being a tease and that's really, really, hot."

His cheeks flushed a crimson red. "Really?"

"Really," I assured in a low, raspy whisper. "So what do you want to do first?"

Noah's tongue swiped over his lips. It was subtle, but still noticeable. "Kiss."

I found myself smirking at his request as I reached up to grasp onto the legs of his glasses, slowly pulling them away from his face and folding them so that I could hook them onto the collar of shirt. His mouth fell agape at the action and I took pride in the fact that I could have this effect on someone. Here was someone who wanted me to kiss him. He didn't have other motives. For once in my life, this person was here for me and not for anyone else.

With our close proximity, I could actually take the time to notice that he had pretty eyes. They were blue, but it was different than any blue I've seen before. They were electric, almost. I quickly caught myself becoming envious because I had to be born with boring, clear eyes while he got all the cool entrancing colors.

We must've stared at each other for a full minute before I broke out of my stupor and actually decided to make a move by grabbing onto a lock of his curly brown hair. I played with the strand of hair, twisting and twirling it around my finger, until I got the satisfaction of knowing that Noah was internally freaking out. Gently trailing my hand down the side of his face and placing it at the nape of his neck, I let my eyes flutter shut and leaned in for a kiss.