“You wouldn’t?”
Drew shifts to sit next to me on the door. “I’m not getting it from anyone right now. It hasn’t even crossed my mind.”
“It hasn’t?” I ask.
“Of course not.”
“Then you don’t want to do it… with me?”
He grins. “Oh, I would very much like to do it with you. In fact, a significant portion of my days lately has been reserved to imagining that in very vivid detail. What I meant was that I haven’t thought about doing it with anyone… but you.”
My lips twitch. “Really?”
He takes my hand. “Am I used to a certain type of girl living in the Delta Xi house? Sure. But don’t think that’s who I want you to be. If I wanted to date girls like that, I’d be dating girls like that. There’s nothing about you so far that I don’t like, so you don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. She wouldn’t be nearly as interesting as you are.”
“I’m not that special,” I say.
“You’re sweet,” he says. “And talented. And adorably silly and awkward, but that just makes me like you more.”
I deflate. “I’m a virgin, too.”
Drew nods. “Yeah, I sort of figured as much when you dug your nails into my scrotum.”
I cover my cringing face. “Oh, god…”
He laughs as he guides my hands back down. “Heidi, I don’t care that you’re still a virgin.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Can I tell you a secret?”
“What?” I ask.
He leans in close. “I was a freshman virgin, too.”
My mouth sags. “No, you weren’t.”
“Yup.”
“You?”
“I didn’t really date much in high school,” he says. “There were people who were interested, I guess, but they never seemed interested in me. I was always Glenn’s kid or Melanie’s little brother. That’s one reason why I didn’t want to keep living at home for college, even though my parents literally live like ten miles from campus. I moved out and into the dorms and I was just… Drew.” He looks at me and smiles. “It was nice, you know? No bias. No expectations. I could just… be me.”
“That sounds nice,” I say, thinking of me and Jenna. “So, when did you…?”
“About two weeks into the fall semester,” he answers. “Some girl at a Delta Xi party, actually. Rush week.”
“That’s… nice.”
“Eh.” He shrugs. “If I could go back… I’d probably do it all again. Who am I kidding?”
We chuckle.
“But it wasn’t anything special,” he says. “I don’t even think I was ready for it. I just did it to do it.”
I exhale hard as I glance at my still prominent cleavage. “Well, after tonight, I can definitely say that I am not ready for it, either.”
“That’s okay with me,” he says. “Honestly, I’m a little relieved. I’m not ready, either.”