"What?" I asked, looking at the wet, pink hair scattered around me and dripping.
"I am telling you to sleep with me." He said, looking at me intently.
"Why?"
"Why not? You have been asking me to sleep with you for the two and a half years that we were dating." He said, pouting slightly and slightly confused too.
"Yeah, but I would never do it without your permission," I said, frowning at him. "Just like now."
"I AM giving you permission." He insisted, desperation in his voice.
"No. I won't."
Why would he want to sleep with me all of a sudden? Now too of all times?
I am not interested in having this type of sex. Especially not for his first time. His first time should be gentle and slow.
"Don't you love me, Zion?" He asked, brows furrowing at me. "I thought you did."
"You know I do," I said, still sitting in the water as I brushed my hair behind me. "That is the reason why I am refusing to sleeping with you."
"Bu-"
