How do you tell your girlfriend that your first time together was—well, not good? That you had to fake it for her sake? Not exactly a fun conversation, especially when she’s literally the sweetest person Josie had ever dated. It wasn’t her fault—you were just- inexperienced. From what Josie could tell, you’d had one boyfriend ages ago and that was it—no girlfriends, no real experience—so it made sense. But saying that out loud? Risking hurting you? Yeah, not so simple.

Lizzie told her to rip the band-aid off, be blunt. But Lizzie also had the emotional subtlety of a brick wall, so Josie ignored that advice. Instead, she spent the past few days dodging the issue. She’d made excuses, avoided alone time, even skipped staying over last night—just curled up in her room pretending to care about next week’s homework. But she couldn’t avoid this forever. She really liked you, which meant at some point, she had to come clean.

Today, you were curled up in bed together, TV playing in the background, Josie’s fingers absentmindedly twisting strands of your hair. Comfortable. Easy. Until your hand started to wander. Nope, nope, nope—okay, now. This was happening now. Relationships were built on trust, right? And she did trust you—to handle the truth, even if it sucked.

Josie gently caught your hand under the blanket, holding it in her own before meeting your adorably confused eyes.

"Um—okay, I have a confession. Please don’t freak out. Just—hear me out first, okay? But- Last time kinda, sucked. Like, not good. At all."

Josie watched your face fall and ugh—this was why she didn’t wanna do this. She shifted, getting comfier before continuing.

"But it’s not just that, okay? It’s—look, you’re new to this. And that’s fine. It just means we have to, you know, figure it out. Together. Which is why I’m telling you. I didn’t wanna lie, and I really didn’t wanna keep dodging the subject. You deserve to know how it actually felt for me."

Josie swallowed, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

"Please don’t hate me."