Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(89)

I have to squeeze my lips together to stop from joining her. Serena isn’t even half as amused as we are by it. She glares at the both of us before going back to the hair in front of her. “I can’t believe you two think it’s so funny. Let’s move on, hmm? The point is, Ryan wasn’t so bad, but he wasn’t great. Especially not for you. But this Daniel guy—”

“Danny,” I correct her.

“I read people call him DJ,” Sienna cuts in knowingly.

My brows pinch. “You ‘read’ that, huh?”

Serena holds her hands up. “I only told her about him after you texted me to turn down our offer to join us here.”

“The last place I want to be is in the land of debauchery with a group of women who love clubbing and drinking. I hate that stuff.”

Sienna snorts unattractively. “I’ve seen photos of your host, Sky Sister. It’s obvious you want your debauchery to happen in Boston instead.”

I’m glad they’re not paying enough attention to see the color washing over my cheekbones. “Shut up.”

“She’s not denying it.”

“Is he better than Ryan?” Sienna prods.

“He has to be,” Serena remarks. “Ryan was young and probably not that experienced. I bet he didn’t even know what a clit was.”

My sisters nod in agreement with one another, Sienna humming. “I bet you’re right. Does your football friend know how to score?”

“That was lame,” I muse, trying to avoid having to answer.

I’m not that lucky. “Maybe so, but I still expect an answer. Between Ryan and DJ, who’s made you come more? Because I’ve been with jocks before and—”

“You were with one soccer player,” Serena cuts her off. “That hardly counts.”

“Are you forgetting that time I took our professional tennis player-turned-coach into the bathroom of the country club and—”

“You didn’t!” Rena’s outburst means she obviously doesn’t remember that little detail. If memory serves, their tennis coach was in his 50’s back then…

Huh.

“I wouldn’t know about Ryan. We never got that far,” I tell them dispersing whatever is going on in their hotel room. They both turn to me and gape, seemingly shocked that I walked away without any type of experience and with my hymen fully intact.

“Come again?” Sienna replies.

Serena nods slowly. “Yeah, I thought you two had—”

“Just because you guys threw condoms at me and told me to take him out for a test run doesn’t mean I did,” I deadpan. The condoms they gave me expired before I moved to Lindon, so I had to throw them out.

“Are you a virgin?” they ask at the same time in that weird, shrill voice they use when they’re mind blown about something.

I face plant into the bed when they start tossing question after question at me in rapid secession. It’s too much, so I groan into the comforter and regret even telling them the truth. I could have lied and said I’d had sex with Ryan, and they probably would’ve dropped it, especially since he’s old news.

“Skylar! Say something!” Serena demands.

“I can’t believe we’ve been corrupting our virginal sister all these years,” Sienna adds, flabbergasted.

It’s almost funny.

Almost.

I blow out a long, dramatic breath and force myself to look back into the camera where they’re waiting for my reply. “I don’t like talking about this stuff. I’m not like the rest of you.”

“Duh,” Sienna says at the same time Sienna mumbles, “Obviously.”

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t sleep with Ryan, and I’m not…I haven’t gone all the way with Danny yet. But I want to.” The admission isn’t surprising to either of them based on their expectant expressions, and it shouldn’t be to me either, but it still does something funny to my heart as I replay those words. “I’m nervous.”

The usual softness in Serena’s face returns. “Of course you are. Having sex is always a little nerve wracking, first time or not.”

Tell them.

I part my lips…

And close them.

They don’t seem to notice I’m dealing with an internal battle. Not when Sienna pipes up with, “Just be open with each other about what you want because people you can’t communicate with during intimacy will make it awkward.”

Serena bobs her head. “It’s true. And even though we joke around about sex, it’s a huge deal, Skylar. If you’re not ready, then don’t rush into it. It seems like this guy is decent if he’s waiting. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“We’re not even dating,” I tell them, voice hoarse with embarrassment and something far darker bubbling in my blood.

“So? Friends with benefits is great too.”

Serena sighs at our sister’s response. “It doesn’t have to be with somebody you’re in love with, but it definitely makes it more special. Every girl wants their first time to mean something to them. They may say they don’t, but it’s an experience we only get once. It has to count.”

My throat thickens.

It’s an experience we only get once.