Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257: 257-The Topic Of Virginity

Jaguar:

When she cuddled up to me and lay beside me, something started to hit me: she could have been mine a long time ago.

But back then, she’d made me chase her so much.

I mean, I remembered a time when she’d judged me pretty harshly for not being a virgin.

It made me feel really strange.

I know she’d told me she wasn’t upset about it, but one thought kept running through my mind.

She knew I had feelings for her, so why did she give herself to someone else?

Roman.

It had to be him. In all that time, she’d only been with one person, her boyfriend.

Why had she given herself to him? Why hadn’t she saved her first time for me?

I didn’t know why, but I started to feel like I was being greedy. I already had her.

I mean, this had been my dream, to be lying here with her, and now I was having these pointless thoughts.

A little while later, when she finally fell asleep, I quietly slipped my arm out from underneath her, pulled the blanket over her, and moved to my side of the bed.

I got out of bed, put on my shorts, and walked over to her window.

There was no one outside.

I was going to make sure no one saw me, but I desperately needed a smoke because my mind was crowded with thoughts.

I pulled the cigarette out of my pocket and lit it. I kept staring out the window until I noticed her reflection behind me.

She had woken up.

I quickly took the cigarette out of my mouth, blew the smoke into the air, and turned around to face her.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked.

She was sitting on her knees on the bed, holding the sheet over her body and watching me.

She looked so beautiful, like the moon goddess herself had come down to earth to talk to me.

There was no one else like her.

She had completely worn me out in one night. Even my knees were aching but my cock was already twitching watching her like that.

"No, I woke up because of the smoking," she replied, gently touching her hair. "Are you okay?" she asked.

She looked concerned about me.

It was the concern I’d always wanted from her, and for the first time, she was showing it to me.

I guess I just got too comfortable. I took another puff from the cigarette and blew the smoke into the air.

"It’s just that—" I said as I reached over to the couch, grabbed my pants, and started putting them on, the cigarette still held between my lips.

"What is it?" she asked, sitting on the bed and folding her legs underneath her to one side.

I zipped up my pants and pulled the cigarette out of my mouth, blowing the smoke into the air again.

"When did you.---" I paused.

It felt like something was stopping me from asking the question.

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