“I don’t know why you’re being to stand-offish about this. We’re best friends, we’re close and who better to give your V-card to than someone you really care about,” I argue, my seventeen year old brain thinking that it makes perfect sense. She rolls her eyes at me.
“Plus, you’d be getting mine in return. It really is a sweet deal. It’s not like you’re planning on saving yourself for marriage anyway,” I quip.
“Yeah I know, but it’s still weird. I mean if I say yes then what? Are you going to walk over here, tear my clothes off, and just do it? Or will we plan a day and then meet somewhere like a seedy motel room? It’s awkward at best, Edward” she laughs.
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