"Wow, that is definitely not what I expected." He couldn't keep the mirth out of his voice.
Embarrassment flooded every inch of my body and I felt my temperature rise. At a loss for words for the first time in living memory, my fight or flight reflex kicked in and the response was definitely flight. I rolled away from him and sat up, calculating the quickest and least revealing way to extricate myself from this situation.
What the fuck had I been thinking? I didn't know if I was more upset with myself for being stupid enough to tell him why I was hesitant or that I was idiotic enough to have gone there in the first place.
I felt his arms around my waist, pulling me back to him but I planted my feet on the floor and didn't budge.
"Hey, hey, where are you going?"
I tried to pry his arms off me. "I'm leaving. This was a mistake."
"What are you talking about? We haven't done anything yet." He was still on the verge of laughter. Why was he incapable of being serious?
"It's obviously better that way."
"Oh, you're like having a thing. Maybe I should serious it up a bit."
My desire to slap him was unreal. I made to stand up but instead of breaking his grasp, it gave him the leverage to pull me back into bed with him.
He kept himself wrapped around me. "Seriously, I'm just surprised. You don't seem like the kind of girl to have hang ups about sex."
"So you thought I was easy." Even I find a little laugh this time because it is so untrue.
"Not really." He still didn't moved his arms. "I just thought you would have slept with who you wanted when you wanted. That's just your personality."
I couldn't fault that. I was a take what I want, screw what anyone else had to say about it kind of person.
"Well, I've got baggage apparently."
He laughed again and I squirmed to get free. "You can't have baggage from one person. You have the opposite of baggage."
I cracked a smile despite myself. He was right. One person shouldn't have felt so heavy and saying it out loud helped me see that.
Then he tickled me. In hindsight I could see his logic in trying to take my mind off the heavy stuff but it was still a stupid thing to do. I started writhing immediately. I had always been irrationally ticklish.
"I'm serious. Stop." I repeated. He still didn't.
"I'm going to hit you if you don't stop." He laughed.
Thwack. My elbow connected with his sternum and he let go. And I burst into laughter.
"You're a monster." He gasped, catching his breath.
"I warned you." And then, because it felt like the right thing to do, I crawled on top of him.