Virgin (A Real Man, 2)
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Authors: Jenika Snow
A Real Man, 2
VIRGIN (A Real Man, 2)
By Jenika Snow
Copyright © July 2016 by Jenika Snow
First E-book Publication: July 2016
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hotographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Cover model: Marshall Perrin
Photo provided by: Wander Book Club
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ditor: R. Cartee
Editor: K. Alexander
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She’s the only one he’ll ever want.
He is the first boy she fell in love with.
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met Isabel when I was ten.
I fell in love with her before I even knew what that meant.
I knew from the moment I saw her she was it for me. No one else compared to her, and I’d do anything to make her mine. But I was afraid of losing the friendship we have, so I've kept my mouth shut.
But she's leaving me, and I know I can't keep how I feel inside any longer.
Saving myself for the girl I love isn't a hardship, but it’s something I'm proud of. When it comes to Isabel, giving her my virginity, and making her see we belong together, is all that matters.
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uinn is like the other half of my soul, the one person I can talk to about anything. He has the bad boy thing going on but is also respectful as much as he is a rebel.
He is the first and only boy I will ever love.
Being forced to move across the country, and leave him behind, is like leaving a piece of myself in the process. But telling Quinn I am madly in love with him could put a strain on our friendship. I don't know if that’s something I could handle or risk.
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othing can keep me from Isabel. She is it for me, and I mean that in every conceivable way. Nothing can keep me from her. I hope she's ready because there isn't anything or anyone that will stop me from having her as mine.
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arning: This story is quick and dirty and filled with a virgin hero who wants his heroine to be his one and only. It's drama free, and has insta-everything going on, so be prepared to have an overload of sugary virgin goodness.
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he first time I saw Isabel, I knew she was something special.
I hadn’t even spoken to her, didn’t even know her name, but like those sappy songs and movies where they talk about that instant connection ... yeah, I had gone there with her.
We were ten years old, and she was being picked on by some little prick; the sight of her crying had done something to me instantly. I’d wanted to protect her, to hurt anyone that thought they could make her cry.
I’d stormed right over there, pulled her behind me, and given the bullying asshole a black eye.
After that day, we became inseparable.
After that day, no one fucked with her, not unless they wanted to deal with me.
And they never did.
I might not have known what I was feeling for her at such a young age, but I knew without a doubt she was it for me. I wanted her in my life forever.
As the years went on, our relationship became stronger, our friendship tighter. She was my best friend, the one girl I could talk to about anything. And she could do the same with me. But that friendship evolved for me, and I didn’t just see myself as her protector anymore, but the guy that didn’t want any prick even looking at her.
I knew I loved her before I even knew what that fucking word meant.
We were both eighteen, and although I’d always kept my distance when it came to telling her how I really felt, I knew I couldn’t hold that shit in anymore. I loved Isabel so much it hurt.
She’d never know how much she meant to me unless I grew some balls and told her. But I was afraid, afraid of losing the best thing in my life. The fear that I could ruin everything with those three words had kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t do that anymore.
She was the most important person to me. Isabel was my world, my life. Hell, I breathed because of her.
She didn’t know it, but she was mine, and I needed to tell her before it was too late.
I
felt like crying.
They weren’t happy tears, but soul numbing, heart-breaking tears that would consume me and not let go until it had wrung every last ounce of energy from me. If I gave in and let that sorrow take over, I’d crumble to the floor and not be able to get back up.
“Everything will work out, Isabel.”
I looked at my mom before I walked out of the front door and headed to school. My eyes stung from the unshed tears, and my throat was so dry and tight I couldn’t even swallow.
“No, it won’t be okay.”
My mom gave me a sympathetic look, and I hated it. “Isabel, we didn’t mean to spring this on you, but we just found out, as well. Your father can’t pass up the promotion, even if it means we have to move your senior year.”
I just shook my head. I didn’t care if I had to finish my senior year at another school. What I cared about, what was breaking my heart, was the fact I had to tell Quinn about this.
I would be leaving my best friend.
I would be leaving the guy I was hopelessly in love with.
Not saying anything was the best route; if I opened my mouth, I’d either yell at my mom for ruining the best thing in my life, or cry like a little bitch.
I just left the house, got in my car, and drove to school.
Everything passed by in a blur. I was at school before I even realized it. After cutting the engine, I just sat there, my heart racing, my body numb. I didn’t know how to tell Quinn any of this.
I don’t want to tell him.
Telling myself this was all just an overreaction was easier said than done.
It’s just one more year, and we can be together again.
It’s just one year of us being apart all the way across the country.
Closing my eyes and resting my head back on the seat, I could have cried at my thoughts.
Be together? Quinn and I were a lot of things, but
together
wasn’t one of them. He was my best friend, the boy who had protected me when I was only ten and being picked on. He was the first person to tell me things would be okay because he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. Although my home life was fine, happy even, the very thought of not having Quinn in it, not being able to see him every day, talk to him, and feel so protected because I knew he would never let anything happen to me, was unbearable.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Quinn walking toward the car. He always waited for me so we could walk together, and knowing I’d have to finish off my last year of school without doing this one thing every day broke my heart.
