“Relax, Max, I didn’t expect you to be a monk. You’re an alpha, a good-looking one for that. I don’t care,” she chuckled and took a swipe of beer. He looked up at her. He still looked hesitant, as if it was a trap. Rayvin felt sorry for him and put her beer down and turned so that she faced him. “Listen to me, Max. I don’t care who you have seen or how many. As long as they are in the past, that’s where they will stay. Okay?” she said. He relaxed and smiled.“Okay,” he nodded, and took another sip of beer. “Besides, it’s not like I’m a virgin,” she said, making Mikael splutter out his beer and start coughing.“Are you okay?” she asked, worried.She let go of his hand and got up to gently pat him on the back.“You can’t say things like that,” he wheezed.“What? That I’m not a virgin? Do you have a problem with that?” she asked. Looking at him as he drew in a breath a little too quickly, which triggered another round of coughing. “No,” he finally got out. “But when you talk about it
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