Eight
Ho-ly. She’d done it. She’d finally lost her virginity. Their harsh breaths blended together in the silence of the empty bar. Tasa pried one eye open and glanced down at the ebony curls of Whistle’s head as he caught his breath against her chest. Wow, if this was s*x, then she was down for lots more of it. A small niggling thought snaked into her brain that it was only this good because it was Whistle, but she shoved it roughly away.
She could do this, as long as she didn’t kiss him again. She could have s*x and not fall for him. Not get so attached that she wouldn’t be able to leave him when the time came. As long as she swore to herself that she’d do whatever was in her power to keep that one barrier to intimacy with him. If she allowed another kiss, then it was equivalent to wav
