She smirked slightly. "Alright, you got me there," she admitted. "Anyway, you can slap me if you want. I enjoyed it." She blushed. "You actually have really good technique for a first-timer. But if you never slap me again, I'll understand."

"I think I just wish I could have my first time with you all over again," I admitted.

She cupped my face in her hands. "You can't," she softly told me. "It happened already. You experienced it, you hopefully enjoyed it, and you learned about yourself from it. You can live with that, right?"

I smiled, though sadly. She saw the look in my eyes and let go of...