Her question almost made me check for any sort of stench in my armpits.She glanced at the bed and then back at me, her eyes still wide. I recognized that expression—I had seen it before. It hit me: she’s a virgin! I couldn't believe I hadn’t noticed it sooner. Of course, that explains her behaviour. It all makes sense now. She’s a delivery person, hiding her beauty to blend in, and she’s so reserved.I gathered my courage and asked, “Are you a virgin?”She gasped in shock. “No!” she exclaimed, almost too quickly. “Not exactly. It’s just that…” She paused and let out a long sigh.I cut her off with a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Ivy. You know, sex can be quite beautiful, and if you decide to wait until our wedding night…”“Yes… I mean, no, we’re not…” She looked up at me, her brows knitting together. I couldn’t quite decipher the expression in her eyes, but it stirred something unexplainable within me. My stomach twisted with anxiety, my heart raced, and there was
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