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to take her words as a challenge. I pushed her back until she was pinned against the door and leaned in close enough that our breaths mingled. Her eyes snapped wide the same way they always had whenever I’d invaded her personal space, and I watched, satisfied, as she sucked in a lung full of air and held it.
“That mentality will be your downfall this time around, Val.” I leaned in, letting my lips linger at her jawline for a moment too long before bringing them to her ear. “Same old tricks,” I whispered. “New man.”
With that, I kissed her cheek and breezed past her into the studio, leaving her flustered and in need of another moment to collect herself all over again.
. . . . .
When I returned to the main studio the fans were already lined up, clutching their CDs to their chests. Their excitement was palpable.
I moseyed over to the table the stage crew had set up for the signing, picked up a Sharpie, and waved the first waiting fan forward. She bounced over, a blush in her cheeks, and shyly handed me her CD.
“What’s your name, hon?”
“Laurel.”
I took the lid off my marker and let it hover above the CD case. “You have a beautiful name, Laurel. What’d you think of the song?”
She sighed. “It was so romantic. Did you really write it for Val?”
I winked, causing her cheeks to turn red all over again.
“Speaking of my favorite virgin, you know I can’t sign this CD until she’s sitting in the seat next to me, right? I mean that was the deal.”
“Oh, keep your pants on, Kyle. I’m right here.”
The voice came from right behind me and sounded as irritated as ever. I felt my smile stretch to ridiculous proportions. “Did you hear that?” I asked Laurel. “We haven’t even been reunited for two seconds and she’s already reminding me that we’re not going to have sex.”
Heaving a dramatic sigh, I stood up, jiggled my belt buckle, and gave my jeans a good yank. They stayed put. “Yup. Everything’s properly locked in place. My pants are not going anywhere. It is safe for The Virgin to sit next to me without fearing for the loss of her virtue.”
“Cute,” Val said with a roll of her eyes.
I gave her a grin that showed all my teeth. “I’ve missed you, Val. How did I ever live without all this verbal sparring for the last four years?”
“I don’t know, but I lived rather peacefully. It was nice.”
“Whatever. I know you missed me, too.” I sat down again and pulled out the other chair for Val. “Sit with me already, so I can sign the lovely Laurel’s CD.”
After I grabbed Val’s chair and pulled it so close to mine that we were practically touching, I finally started signing autographs.
It turned out Val was as popular as I was and most of the fans asked her to sign their CDs, too. I thought it was interesting that she signed her name “Virgin Val” and not “Val Jensen.”
“What’s with the signature?” I asked after the third time she’d done it.
She shrugged. “I guess it’s like my stage name. That’s who my fans want to meet, so that’s what I write.”
She scribbled “Virgin Val” on a CD and handed it to me.
“As much as I love ‘Virgin Val,’” I said as I signed my name beneath hers, “I think it’s time I get to know ‘Valerie Jensen’ better. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know. I find the idea of us getting more personal rather terrifying.”
Sure she did. “Only because it excites you so much.”
I looked at the CD in my hands with Val’s signature and mine together and got the brilliant idea to draw a plus sign between the names and a 4- E VER beneath them. The cover of the CD now read: V IRGIN V AL + K YLE H AMILTON 4- E VER .
The woman standing in front of us gasped at the drawing. Val looked up to see what was wrong, and I held out my masterpiece. “What do you think? We look good together.”
Val sighed, but her face broke into a smile as she shook her head at me. “You really haven’t changed much, have
“That mentality will be your downfall this time around, Val.” I leaned in, letting my lips linger at her jawline for a moment too long before bringing them to her ear. “Same old tricks,” I whispered. “New man.”
With that, I kissed her cheek and breezed past her into the studio, leaving her flustered and in need of another moment to collect herself all over again.
. . . . .
When I returned to the main studio the fans were already lined up, clutching their CDs to their chests. Their excitement was palpable.
I moseyed over to the table the stage crew had set up for the signing, picked up a Sharpie, and waved the first waiting fan forward. She bounced over, a blush in her cheeks, and shyly handed me her CD.
“What’s your name, hon?”
“Laurel.”
I took the lid off my marker and let it hover above the CD case. “You have a beautiful name, Laurel. What’d you think of the song?”
She sighed. “It was so romantic. Did you really write it for Val?”
I winked, causing her cheeks to turn red all over again.
“Speaking of my favorite virgin, you know I can’t sign this CD until she’s sitting in the seat next to me, right? I mean that was the deal.”
“Oh, keep your pants on, Kyle. I’m right here.”
The voice came from right behind me and sounded as irritated as ever. I felt my smile stretch to ridiculous proportions. “Did you hear that?” I asked Laurel. “We haven’t even been reunited for two seconds and she’s already reminding me that we’re not going to have sex.”
Heaving a dramatic sigh, I stood up, jiggled my belt buckle, and gave my jeans a good yank. They stayed put. “Yup. Everything’s properly locked in place. My pants are not going anywhere. It is safe for The Virgin to sit next to me without fearing for the loss of her virtue.”
“Cute,” Val said with a roll of her eyes.
I gave her a grin that showed all my teeth. “I’ve missed you, Val. How did I ever live without all this verbal sparring for the last four years?”
“I don’t know, but I lived rather peacefully. It was nice.”
“Whatever. I know you missed me, too.” I sat down again and pulled out the other chair for Val. “Sit with me already, so I can sign the lovely Laurel’s CD.”
After I grabbed Val’s chair and pulled it so close to mine that we were practically touching, I finally started signing autographs.
It turned out Val was as popular as I was and most of the fans asked her to sign their CDs, too. I thought it was interesting that she signed her name “Virgin Val” and not “Val Jensen.”
“What’s with the signature?” I asked after the third time she’d done it.
She shrugged. “I guess it’s like my stage name. That’s who my fans want to meet, so that’s what I write.”
She scribbled “Virgin Val” on a CD and handed it to me.
“As much as I love ‘Virgin Val,’” I said as I signed my name beneath hers, “I think it’s time I get to know ‘Valerie Jensen’ better. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know. I find the idea of us getting more personal rather terrifying.”
Sure she did. “Only because it excites you so much.”
I looked at the CD in my hands with Val’s signature and mine together and got the brilliant idea to draw a plus sign between the names and a 4- E VER beneath them. The cover of the CD now read: V IRGIN V AL + K YLE H AMILTON 4- E VER .
The woman standing in front of us gasped at the drawing. Val looked up to see what was wrong, and I held out my masterpiece. “What do you think? We look good together.”
Val sighed, but her face broke into a smile as she shook her head at me. “You really haven’t changed much, have
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