Chapter 2 Two

JEAN'S POV

The moment his hands pushed mine off his dick, I felt agitated.

Frowning, I glared at him. What the fuck was his problem about me touching him? Why wasn't he ready to have sex with me despite all the green lights I had given to him?

All questions ran through my head but the response I got was a glowering Calvin.

At first, I thought it was because we agreed not to touch each other without our consent as we both wanted the first time to be special for us. Also, I understood that and it was why I gave him enough signs to show him how ready I was and he just wasn't seeing the signs enough.

Calvin paced back and forth in the room. His brows furrowed and his lips were set in a thin line. His overall expression had anger etched on it.

Seeing him mad at me over the fact that I touched his díck, got me furious as well.

"What the hell is your problem, Calvin? Don't you love me anymore?!" I yelled at him asking the question that had been lingering in my mind for weeks now.

"What the hell is my problem?" Calvin retorted, shooting me a glare. "I should be asking you that question Jean, what the hell were you trying to do just now?"

He yelled back at me which only infuriated me the more.

"What the hell?!" I huffed.

"You sound so absurd right now. I was trying to touch you. I was trying to touch my boyfriend and I think it's perfectly normal for me to do something like that so why the hell are you acting so mad?" I asked him with my hands folded on my chest.

"I think it's not necessary since we are both not ready, Jean. You don't need to touch me there because we are not ready to take it down that level. we agreed to lose it and touch ourselves when we are ready."

"We made that promise when I was a teenager. And Calvin, look at me,"

I let his eyes move around my body before I continued. "I am not a little stupid teenager anymore. I am a young woman and I can make choices for myself now. I want to be touched, Calvin. I am ready for it so why aren't you giving it to me?" I asked, finally letting it out of my chest.

We should have had this conversation years ago. And I believed I should have given him more green lights years ago too.

Calvin walked over to my side, gripped my hand, and forced me to sit on the bed beside him.

He gripped my chin, forcing me to stare into his serious dark eyes.

"Jean you might think you are ready because you are attracted to me and I am attracted to you, but trust me on this when I say you aren't thinking straight. You are not ready for it with me yet. And it's not happening because it's not time." He said.

My heart throbbed at his words and the decision he had made without my consent.

I stood up from the bed and moved away from him. My arms wrapped around me and I stared at the opened window as the wind ruffled the curtains.

"I said I am ready to lose my virginity to you, Calvin. I want you so bad and you are telling me that I am not thinking straight?" Scoffing, I shook my head. I was pissed, far too pissed to reason with him.

"We are two grown adults. Mature people have sex all the time so what's the big deal about it? I'm not some emotional teenager who is going to shed a few tears after fúcking."

Though some of my words were vulgar and I was acting more like a child, I didn't care. Anything for him to satisfy my aching pussy.

"You are being so stubborn, Jean. Let's not make this decision now. Again, you aren't thinking straight and will regret it later. it is just all in your head and you just need to calm down because you are letting your emotions take over here."

He gripped my shoulder and shook me gently. As I didn't respond, he went on. "You are letting your emotions override your judgment and that's why you think you want to have sex with me when you aren't ready yet."

Calvin was being so persistent and he wouldn't change his mind, I believe. He didn't want to fuck me because there wasn't any explanation for his actions other than that. I didn't want to argue about it anymore so I let it go and agree with him even though I didn't want to. I knew what I wanted and how I was feeling.

Yet, he made it seem as though I wasn't thinking right. Sighing, I twisted a lock of my honey-colored hair.

"I guess you are right," I said, and instantly a smile formed on his lips, and his facial expression softened. He walked up to me and then pecked my forehead before pulling me into a hug ending our heated argument.

After we hugged, I smiled at him as sincerely as I could but he probably knew it was fake anyway. I was beyond fed up that he kept holding back when I told him several times that I was more than ready to have something physical.

Don't get me wrong, the kisses were to die for but that was not just enough.