"I like that you haven't done that before.."

"Why?" His brow raises and I hide my face.

"I don't know," I'm suddenly shy. I don't want to sound insecure or start a fight. I already have a hangover.

"Tell me," he softly demands.

"I don't know, it would just be nice to be your first for something."

He lifts himself up on his elbow and looks down at me. "What do you mean?"

"I just mean that you've done a lot of stuff.. you know, sexually.." I quietly explain, "and I haven't given you any new experiences."

He eyes me carefully, as if he's afraid to reply, "that's not true."

"It is though," I pout.

"Like hell it is. That's bullshit and you know it." His voice is practically a growl and he's scowling deeply.

"Don't snap at me, how do you think I feel that you haven't only be with me?" I snap back at him. The reminder doesn't come as often as it once did but when it does, it stings terribly.

He winces and gently tugs at both of my arms to pull me to sit up next to him, "come here," I'm lifted onto his lap, his half naked body is warm and welcoming underneath my completely bare skin.

"I didn't think of it that way," he says into my shoulder. I shudder. "If you had been with anyone else, I wouldn't be with you now." My head snaps back to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he kisses curve of my shoulder.

"That's not a very nice thing to say," I'm used to Harry's unfiltered mouth but the words surprise me. He can't mean them.

"I never claimed to be nice."

I shift my body on his lap and ignore the groan deep in his throat. "You're being serious?"

"Very," he nods.

"So you're telling me if I wouldn't have been a virgin, you wouldn't have dated me?" This topic isn't one we typically discuss and I'm nervous to find out where this will lead.

His eyes narrow as he regards my expression before muttering, "That's exactly what I'm saying. If you recall I didn't really want to date you anyway," he grins and I scowl.

I press my feet to the floor to lift myself off of his lap but he holds me in place. "Don't pout," he attempts to press his lips against mine but I quickly turn my head.

"Maybe you shouldn't have dated me then," I glare at him. I feel overly sensitive and my feelings are hurt. "You should have just ended it after you won." I add gasoline to the fire and wait for the explosion.

I stare into his green eyes waiting for a reaction, still it doesn't come. He throws his back in laughter and my favorite sound fills the room.

"Don't be such a baby," Harry hugs me tighter, taking both of my wrists in one hand to prevent me from wiggling off of his lap. "Just because I didn't want to date you in the beginning doesn't mean that I'm not glad I did."

"It's still not nice to say and you said you wouldn't be with me now if I had been with someone else. So if I had slept with Noah before I met you, you wouldn't have dated me?"

He flinches at the words, "No. I wouldn't have. We wouldn't have been in that.. situation, if you weren't a virgin." He's treading lightly now. Good.

"Situation." I repeat, still irritated. It comes out harsher than I intended.

"Yes situation," he abruptly turns me around and lays me back against the mattress. His body lays on top of mine, he pins my wrists up over my head using only one hand and his knees push my thighs open. "I wouldn't be able to stand it if you had been touched by another man. I know it's fucking crazy but that's the damn truth whether you want to hear it or not." His breath is warm against my face, coming out in hot puffs. Momentarily I forget why I'm annoyed with him. He's being honest, I'll give him that, but it's an obnoxious double standard.

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