Either fortunately or unfortunately, Vanessa didn't have any delusions about what all this was about either. She had brought up the whole 'are we going to have sex' subject, but, now that they were at the hotel, she was scared out of her wits. It wasn't that she didn't adore Kevin; she did. It wasn't that she didn't want to have sex with him; she was a 19-year-old girl and a virgin. She was curious and had a steady boyfriend. Of course she wanted to. But she also didn't want to turn out to be, like, the worst person in the world in bed.
God, that would be horrifying.
The one thing that helped was that she knew Kevin didn't have any experience either, which meant that, even if she sucked in bed, hopefully he wouldn't know.
Hopefully.
She offered him a tenative smile when he suggested the pool. That would be so easy. Say yes to the pool, dance around the subject. Hell, if they both really freaked out, they would probably manage to get out of here without having sex.
But Vanessa was Vanessa and she had a problem running off her mouth without thinking and, instead of answering directly about the pool, she nervously blurted out, "I want to see the pool but that's not what we came here for... right?"
Oh, god, what if she was wrong? Oh god, oh god, oh god. That thought occurred to her at the last second. What if he had legitimately brought her to a hotel so they could just hang out without his dad around.