Isla held on to him, unwilling to let him go. Hot, her body ached, responding to his touch in a way it had never done when she was alone. Could he tell? Is that what he was asking? Should she tell? In the shadows, his eyes were unreadable. He waited for an answer. The delay was making her toes curl. She needed release. All she had to do was speak. She didn’t have to tell him the truth. She could tell him she liked sunset, autumn, and red. But those words didn’t form. “I’ve never done this before.” It was a half-whispered confession. The truth was out, and it couldn’t be swallowed back down and unheard. Nik didn’t pull away like she was some kind of weirdo for getting to college with her virginity intact. His weight shifted, his breath cool on her cheek. “Never had sex?” She shook her head, unable to say it again. Couldn’t meet his gaze. She’d seen plenty of naked men, since art books and museums were full of them. She’d done a life drawing class at summer school.
