Chapter 40

STELLA’s POV “Red girl?” I asked frowning Tyler took a deep breath before blowing it back out. “Yes. Red hair, red dress, red girl. I couldn’t get her off my mind since the first time I saw her. And that was also the last time.” He sighed. “I never got the chance to see her again.” I froze. I hope what I was thinking was wrong. I hope he’s not the guy who brought me home when I was drunk. I hope he’s not the guy in Justin Miller’s apartment. Oh shit! Justin’s his bestfriend! No way! No fucking way! I thought of something to ask to change the topic. “Uh, Tyler… what’s it like? For boys?” “Huh?” “I mean, sex. How do you feel when you have sex with someone?” He got up and leaned against the headboard, rubbing his chin with his thumb. “I don’t know, it was amazing. But as what I’ve heard for the girls it was like having the worst itch in the world and then finally scratching it.” My eyes went wide as I looked at him. “You’re comparing sex to an itch?” “Why not? it’s like being filled up bu