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The problem isn’t that I’m uncomfortable with it, the problem is that I want it!” I yelled. It was official; I’d lost it. Oh well, I wasn’t known for having a long fuse. “Are you happy? Jesus. You say something like that and then expect me to just be whatever about it. That’s like teasing someone with a giant red velvet cake and then putting it in one of those glass rotating desert thingies.” I wasn’t my most eloquent at the moment.”Does this mean I’m the cake?””Shut up, it was a metaphor.””So you want me?”So much it hurt. “Yes,” I whispered. “Right now?””Yes.””Oh.” Now he was the one who sounded nervous. “It’s just… a surprise.””I told you I would entertain the idea.””I know. I just didn’t think you’d be so enthusiastic so soon.””Hunter, I’m a virgin. Not a nun.”He didn’t talk for a moment.”That was the sexiest thing you’ve ever said. God, why do you do this to me?
