“That’s because I’m a trashy Parker who doesn’t know any better.” The soft place I’d been touching looked too delicious to resist, so I leaned in and kissed her there, right behind her ear.
She closed her eyes, tipping her head to the side to let me kiss her more. “Stop calling yourself trashy,” she reprimanded with no heat in her voice because she was too busy sighing. “You’re really good at that. I was so sure you’d had more experience.”
“I didn’t say I had no experience. I’ve just never had sex before.”
She pulled away, hurt and surprise brightening her eyes. “So...how far have you ever gone?”
I gulped, hoping I hadn’t just screwed myself and pissed her off, or worse, hurt her. “How far have you ever gone?” I countered.
She snorted. “Come on, Knox. You know how far I’ve gone. The day I bumped into you in the woods was the closest I’d ever been to a boy. I’d never kissed one before you, never held one of their hands.” She let out a self-derisive answer. “Heck, I’ve never even danced with one.”
My eyebrows shot up. “You’ve never danced with a boy before?”
“No,” she growled from between clenched teeth. “I have not. So now it’s your turn. How far have you gone before?”
I cleared my throat, suddenly leery. She was jealous, and I could already see the pain in her eyes. I was hurting her. But I couldn’t lie to her, so I glanced away and admitted, “Freshman year, junior girl, it was a night after a big basketball game win. There was a party, all these people were celebrating. I think she was drunk, but she came up to me and told me I was cute, so...” I shrugged. “We made out.”
“And?” City pressed. “You made it to...first base? Second? Third?”
My mind went blank, because I didn’t even know how to answer. “Well, I don’t technically know what happens at each base, so...”
“First base is just kissing,” she started, more than willing to explain. “French included. Second is anything above the waist, and third is anything below without going all the way, and a home run is...well, you know.”
When I turned to blink at her, she blushed. “I have two older brothers,” she rushed to defend herself. “And they talk openly with their friends.”