“I’m not saying it’s anything bad.”

Abby starts, kicking her feet onto the coffee table settled in front of the brown leather couch both you and her were lounging on.

Her arms are crossed behind her head, a sleezy smirk playing on her lips as she looks over at you. She’s been teasing you about your innocence for a long while now, making fun of the fact that you wish to keep your ‘purity’ until after college.

It was funny, to an extent. You had to know that wouldn’t be possible, right?

“You just, uh… do you I guess.” Abby snorts, rolling her eyes in a mocking expression. She only trying to bait you in, if you’d notice.

Trying to get you to ask that magic question that allowed her to do whatever she wanted. . .