13.1 Scarlett 's Art Of Looking Like A Lost Puppy

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"I'm sorry."

His apology reaches me through the haze of my thoughts and I turn my head a fraction towards him. He's lying on my pillows, his head a few inches from mine but his gaze fixed on me with a characteristic sadness enveloping his features.

I shift onto my side, tugging my hair out from underneath me. The covers almost slip off me and I grab them, shielding myself properly before speaking.

"For what?"

Aiden purses his lips, averting his gaze.

"I wish I'd known it was your first time," he mumbles. "I would have made it special."

The words are so sweet that they cause an automatic smile to come onto my face. Nonetheless, I do feel a tug at my heartstrings.

"I'm assuming it wasn't your first time," I conclude.

He sighs, not denying my inference. "I wish it was," he whispers.

"Let me guess ... your first time wasn't special either," I attempt to add some humor into the serious conversation that we probably shouldn't be having so shortly after what just happened between us.

The corners of his lips twitch. "You don't want to know about my first time, trust me."

I don't speak and Aiden looks at my face, his expression softening.

"It's not what you think," he adds. "It wasn't that romantic first time or anything."

"You don't have to tell me," I mumble.

Aiden lifts a hand and gently scrapes my hair away from my face. "I kind of have to unless I want you to keep looking at me like a lost puppy."

I snicker. "I'm not looking at you like a lost puppy," I tell him, smiling.

He smiles back. "Now you're not," he teases.

Rolling my eyes, I attempt to hide how right I know he is.

"You were saying?"

Aiden chuckles softly. "Well ... I was pretty young. Maybe sixteen or something? I went to a friend's house and he wasn't there so his older sister asked me to wait. I don't know much of what happened and she led me to her room and that's ... that's it."

"That's it?" I raise my eyebrows.

"That's it. No romantic first time or anything of the sort. She was more experienced than me and I didn't want to admit I was ... you know?"

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