Fred grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up, bringing me so close I could feel his warm breath on my skin. His hands still rested on me when he said:

"I'm not responsible for the damage I'll cause. They say... I'm good in bed."

A chill ran through my stomach.

"Then... about that part... if you could... be gentle, I'd appreciate it."

"Why would I be?" His fingers dug into my skin through the dress, making it clear there would be no gentleness.

"Because it's my first time."

He smiled. ...