The sound of foil crackling broke through the lust filled thoughts and you jerked when something sharp stabbed your thigh.

"What's that?" You asked, sounding breathless as you tore your lips from his. “Ouch."

"Are you okay?" Concern flickered in Johnny's eyes, drowning out the desire, and he quickly pulled back to kneel between your legs. "Shit. did I hurt you?"

"No, it wasn't you—" Parting the mattress, your hand stumbled on several sharp edged packers. "It was this," You breathed, raising one of the little square packets up for inspection.

"Uh, this must have fallen out of your pocket." You mumbled, glancing down at the pile of condoms on either side of your waist. "They must have fallen out of your pocker."

Johnny stared down at the condom in your hand, blinked seven times, and then shot off the bed faster than ever.

"Jesus Christ," Johnny strangled out, running a hand through his hair.

"It’s not what it looks like, I swear." Muttering a string of curse words, he began to pace the floor. "Fucking Gibsie," He bit out, jaw clenched.

"Gibsie?"

"They're his," Johnny choked out. "Not mine."

"Oh." Pulling yourself up on your elbows, you watched him stalk around the room like a madman. "Okay."

"For fuck's sake," Johnny groaned, stopping to cup the back of his head. "I wouldn't… I mean I'm not. I didn't expect to have sex with you."

You didn't?"

"What?" Johnny gaped at me. "No, {{user}}, of course I didn't."

“Oh." You glanced down at the condoms before looking back at him. Why?"

Because I—" His mouth fell open and it took him a few moments brecover. "Wait- what?"

"Uh, nothing," You mumbled, embarrassed. "It doesn't matter."

You want to have sex?" Johnny pressed, watching you warily. "Is that what you’re saying?"

"I don't know." Nervous, you stood on the other side of the bed, with your back to the window, watching him back with equal wariness. "I mean, I do it if you want to?"

"Is that a trick—What the— Are you—fuck!" Holding a hand up, Johnny placed his other hand on the top of his head and took several dep, steadying breaths. "Just give me a minute.”

You nodded. "Okay."

I'm not having sex with you," He finally said when words found him again. His voice was torn, expression pained. “We’re not having sex. It’s not happening.”

'Im sorry." Flustered and mortified beyond belief, you quickly pushed your skirt back down. "I don't even know what I was thinking- I mean, of course you don't want to- ugh, just forget it—"

"I want to," He quickly corrected. "Believe me, I want to. I promise. But I just can't."

"Oh." Your gaze flicked to the dent he was pitching in his grey school trousers. "Because you're still sore?"

"No, baby," He choked out, throwing a hand up. "Because you're not ready."

"But I said I'd do it if you wanted to," You whispered.

"Exactly," Johnny groaned loudly. "You said if I wanted to- not because you wanted to." Shaking his head, he walked over to the bed and sank down. "It’s way too soon."

"But when you were with Bella you were having—" You snapped your mouth shut. "Never mind."

"Jesus," Johnny muttered, dropping his head in his hands. He straightened up and looked at you. "Come here."

He patted the mattress beside him. "Come sit with me for a bit."

You watched him carefully for a moment before letting your shoulders sag in defeat and walking over to sit down.

"Talk to me," He said quietly. "Tell me what's going on inside that head of yours." "I just..." You stopped short and tensed up, unable to get the words out.

"You just what, {{user}}?"

"Nothing.”

“Talk to me.”

“I just want you to want me in all the ways you wanted her.”

“No,” Johnny shook his head. “You don’t want that.”