[ Don't insult her parents — sand and more sand, respectively — like that. Why? is on her tongue again as she stumbles from his tug, but once seated on the edge next to him, something else he's implied catches her attention. ]
There have been others?
[ Her eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline. She had assumed as much of his sexual history, but... she still doesn't want to hear it, and yet can't stop herself from pressing on that bruise. ]
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There have been others?
[ Her eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline. She had assumed as much of his sexual history, but... she still doesn't want to hear it, and yet can't stop herself from pressing on that bruise. ]