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For
the
first
time
in
what
seems
to
be
ages
,
I
blush
.
“
You
can
tell
me
,
Anastasia
.
We
have
to
be
honest
with
each
other
or
this
isn
’
t
going
to
work
.
”
I
squirm
uncomfortably
again
and
stare
at
my
knotted
fingers
.
“
Tell
me
,
”
he
commands
.
“
Well
…
I
haven
’
t
had
sex
before
,
so
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
My
voice
is
small
.
I
peek
up
at
him
,
and
he
’
s
gaping
at
me
,
frozen
,
and
pale
—
really
pale
.
“
Never
?
”
he
whispers
.
I
shake
my
head
.
“
You
’
re
a
virgin
?
”
he
breathes
.
I
nod
,
flushing
again
.
He
closes
his
eyes
and
looks
to
be
counting
to
ten
.
When
he
opens
them
again
,
he
’
s
angry
,
glaring
at
me
.
“
Why
the
fuck
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
?
”
he
growls
.
*
*
*
Christian
is
running
his
hands
through
his
hair
and
pacing
up
and
down
his
study
.
Two
hands
—
that
’
s
double
exasperation
.
His
usual
concrete
control
seems
to
have
slipped
a
notch
.
