"Was it good?" Reed asked carefully.
Oh, God, how could he ask? It was the most humiliating experience of my life. The guy was a complete jerk.
He moved my hair out of my eyes and palmed my cheeks, moving me back from his chest until we looked at each other.
"Tell me." His voice was as low as mine, but there was steel behind it. The serious look in his eyes gave me courage.
"It was in the backseat of his carquick, ugly, and demeaning." I tried to glance away, but he wouldn't let me.
"We didn't even undress all the way. He got mad because I told him he had to use a condom. He told me before we started that he had one. It ended up being an old ratty thing in his wallet that he didn't think he would really need. The experience was awful and I was mad at myself that I gave it up to him."
So much sympathy showed on Reed's face. "I promise this will be good. I'll make it good."
I couldn't even smile; I needed him so badly. "Then hurry before I chicken out."
