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I could only stand in shock for a few minutes, trying to process what had just happened.

"Gosh, he's such a crybaby. Like so damn dramatic. No wonder he is a virgin if he gets pissed over little things."

My hands clenched into fists at her words, anger boiling inside me. "Alright. What the hell is your goddamn problem?"

Estrela scoffed while Kenneth also kept standing there in shock. "What? It was his problem. He was the one who overreacted."

"It doesn't mean that you have to be a total bitch to him! You had no right to treat him like that, to make fun of him!"

"Estrela, Angela is right. You shouldn't have spoken like that with him."

"It's not my fault that your brother is so dramatic. That all he wants is to get into my sister's pants."

"He doesn't want that! He is just trying to help! All he has done is try to help me! But you only want to throw shit in his face, when you've done nothing."

Estrela continued glaring.

"You really are a bitch." And I didn't even give them the chance to react, before I stormed out of there.

I wanted to see if Nathan was still there. I was extremely worried about him. I felt the need to apologise on my sister's behalf.

And I sighed when I found him sitting there, on the terrace outside. What really broke me was how he had his face buried in his hands, looking undeniably hurt. "Hey."

His head snapped up at my words, but didn't respond.

"You okay? I mean of course you're not. Sorry, I suck at comforting people."

"I'm fine. I just—" His voice cracked in the end. "I'm fine. Fućk."

"Come on. Come with me. I know where to go." I grabbed his arm, tugging him along. "Because I doubt that you want to stay here since Estrela might come out any second.

Nathan followed me along silently. Although he didn't pull his arm away that was still in my hold. And then we finally reached the lake that I had intended on us going. "

"We are here. How do you like it?"

He only gave me a forced smile in return before taking a seat on the grass. And I took this as my chance to sit down next to him. Nathan wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them to his chest.

"I'm sorry," he finally murmured.

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "For what?"

"For being a fućking 24-year-old virgin. I know that it's way too o—"

"No. Nathan, don't be sorry. You don't have to apologise for being a virgin. Don't feel guilty about it. It's not a problem that you are. You don't have to be ashamed of never doing it."

"Really? And when have you ever met someone who is this old and a fućking virgin?"

"Never. But I don't know a lot of people so you can't blame me. But I can bet there are, maybe even people older than you. You're only twenty-four, Nathan. It's not a big deal."

"I know," he breathed out, his hands shaking a little. "I know it's shocking. Gosh, I'm fućking freaking out. But I just—I know how shocked you may be right now."

I gave him a little grin. "I'm shocked, that is for sure, but I'm actually proud of you Nathan. Because I don't know anyone who has been like you. Although I'm wondering why."

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