John laid back against the bed and put his arm over his head, giving a small shrug. "Be my guest. You can use my towel...I don't really have another one."
He wasn't sure of what else to say. She was struggling from this, he had never really had sex with a virgin-not since he was a virgin-he didn't know what he was suppose to do. Was he suppose to hold her? She didn't seem to want that. Would she ask? Was he suppose to just do it? He looked up at his ceiling. "I hope I made this at least a little bit less traumatic."