Mia was floored. She’d never once thought she might have been his first experience, as well. “It’s not exactly something a guy would ever confess to.” He shrugged, looking shy and unlike the cocky guy she’d painted him as in her mind. Had she been so wrong? She’d avoided him over the years, sure he was going to smirk over the way he’d conquered her back in high school. But she’d grown, changed. Was it so hard to believe he had, as well? “I didn’t want to see you gloat.” “What?” “That’s why I avoided you every time you came home.” Now, it was her turn to shrug her shoulders. “I didn’t want to look in your eyes and see I meant nothing to you but a good time before you left. Or even worse, that you didn’t even remember me.” “I’m sorry.” He stood and walked over to her. He held his hand out to her, and slowly, she put hers in his. “I wanted to see you. At first, it was to see if I could get you in my bed again.” “I remember that night well, Mick,”
