Price for Virginity

I let the bathrobe fell from my body. It only hit me then that the air-conditioned room was so cold when my skin was exposed.

He took his time observing my body that I felt self-conscious. I tried to cover my boobs as it was getting uncomfortable.

“Don’t cover it,” he said, “You’re beautiful. Come here.”

It was only when I stepped near him that I realized my legs felt weak. And when he took my hands in his, my arms were trembling. “Hey,” he called.

My grey eyes looked at his blue eyes. “I’ll do it gently. It won’t hurt much.”

“H– how did you know I was a virgin in the first place?” I asked, wanting to redirect the topic into something else entirely.

“I could smell it from you.”

“What?”

“Call it a special ability of mine.”

“… to smell virgins?” 'This guy is definitely a weirdo',