"What book do you want to start next Alexandre Dumas' The Black Tulip or Nevaeh Brown's The Bodice Ripper?" She blushed just looking at the cover of her mom's steamy romance novel.
"When I was younger, I used to borrow my mom's romance novels and skim till I found the naughty bits." She admitted the blush now permanent. It didn't help that she'd finally given up on her torn shirt and was just wearing a bra. In solidarity, Edward had taken his top off. That she certainly didn't mind. For a 17 year old, he looked decidedly un-17, sculpted.
"I am shocked." He said sarcastically before curiosity took over. "Were they any good?"
"I didn't know there were so many names for your body part." She waved towards his crotch.
"Cock, dick…What else?" Now he was blushing. Despite his fading bruises, she could see the redness in his cheeks.
"One eyed snake, member, manhood"
"Anaconda, pecker, Johnson"
"Prick, tool, meat stick" The awkwardness she feared she'd created disappeared as the two laughed loudly at the ridiculous nicknames. "What do you call yours?"
"Edward Junior." He said it with such a straight face she almost believed him, but he quickly started laughing again. "What do you call yours?" He waved at her crotch this time. She grabbed the book, ignoring his question, her permablush still in place. She avoided his eyes, pretending to read the book while she built up courage.
"Will you have sex with me?" She saw his jaw drop in her periphery. "I've never done it and I don't want to die a virgin." He appeared to compose himself. She was startled when he came closer and touched her cheek.
"Your first time should be special. Mine wasn't and I regret not waiting for someone special. Someone like you." His fingers traced around the curve of her face. "I don't want to die without saying I love you." It was so far away from the declaration she expected that it took her a minute to respond.
"It feels so sudden. We've only known each other 16 days, but I feel the same way." She couldn't believe it, but once he said he loved her, her feelings seemed so obvious. He pulled back a bit and took her hand.
"My dad said he knew my mom was the one after one conversation." He turned her hand over and traced the lines in her hands. "Do you really want your first time to be in this raft?"
"I want it to be with you." She said confidently. "As for the raft, I wish I could shower first."
"A shower sounds incredible right about now. I also can't wait to shave my face."
"It's not too bad." She didn't know why she was so nervous to touch him. She'd asked him for sex, for goodness' sake, but she was tentative as she touched his face. The hair was rough against her fingers, but his cheek was smooth. He leaned into her hand, clearly enjoying the feeling. They just sat there for a long time, lightly touching.
"Can we table this discussion for tomorrow? I wouldn't mind just holding you for a while." Unlike when they'd fallen asleep cuddled up, his hands were gliding over her body. He was careful to avoid her scraped, sore back. She'd never felt so worshiped. She didn't mean to, but she fell asleep.