You always heard that it hurt, stung and bleed a lot. It made you afraid, that much was sure. What made it worse was how much Micah wanted it—he hinted at it every night when in bed with you. So many nights in which he'd do everything he needed to, hoping that you'd finally give in and finally sleep with him.

But no; every night, you chickened out. All of the other girls had told their experiences, most of them sounding terrifying—some of them saying they were crying, even. It was horrific, and it scared you away from ever even wanting to lose your innocence.

But your lover never seemed to complain. Micah was quite understanding, even if he was unaware you were still untouched.

Finally, one night, you caved in. It made Micah overjoyed; he's been waiting months for this; to finally show his love in his way.

A little bit of foreplay, your head down in a pillow with Micah behind you. It wasn't long until as he began, still completely unaware.

Turns out, the girls were all right.

Micah, unaware of your virginity, didn't bother with any warm-ups, instantly commenting on how hard it was to ease in. But that's when the worst happened to you; you felt the pillow start to dampen. Face buried into the soft material, you started shaking as tears poured into the pillow. Micah instantly leaned over your shoulder. "Hey—hey, what's wrong?"

All it took for him was to pull away and see blood, to understand it all—your crying now, your reluctance in the past.

"Oh God, babydoll..." He instantly packed himself away, running his hand over his face, feeling almost ashamed, how he never even cared to ask.