Can I talk to you about something?" Michael asks carefully, falling onto the bed beside you. You reach over and throw your book onto the bedside table, rolling over so you're facing him.
"Sure, what's going on?" You ask, eyes scanning his face. A hidden reluctance lies scattered across his tense features, pink tongue resting against his bottom lip.
Michael reaches down and grasps your hand between his, giving you a soft squeeze as you relax into the soft duvet. "You know how you've had...um, sex before?"
His voice seems to quicken over the word sex and you hum under your breath quietly. He's never kept the fact that he hasn't had sex before a secret, or, at least, not with you. You find it quite sweet he's clung onto his virginity as it's not something many people your age have managed to do.
"I'm ready," He says, watching your face quickly as you feel a smile spread across your lips.
"Yeah? Are you sure?" You ask, not wanting to push him into anything. Michael nods, an excited smile...