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I looked at Emilia's face. The mischievous look she usually had was almost gone—yet she was still looking straight into my eyes with desire.
"Edward, can I ask you something?" Emilia asked, her hand still resting on my pants.
It was unfair, having my weakest point in her hands while she asked something like that. I felt like a fly caught in a spider's web, so the best thing I could do was nod.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked bluntly.
There was no malice or teasing in her tone. She looked at me as if she genuinely wanted an honest answer.
"I barely talk to anyone in town, so do you think I'd manage to sleep with someone there?"
"I don't know. Maybe you're so sneaky that you could get into a married woman's panties without me—or her husband—noticing," she said. I could tell she was joking this time, but she was still waiting for my response.
I sighed. "Do I look like someone who'd go after a married woman?"
"Yes."
