Strife snorted. "There is no better opportunity than me. And what, I'm supposed to wait around for puberty to finish as a celibate man? This body hasn't been a virgin since it was eleven. And even then it was only because I had high standards." He stood up and crossed the room, idly pulling books from her shelf and tossing them on the floor. "I'm not pledging fidelity. I'm saying we can go out and do stuff, maybe fool around a bit on the sides." He raised an eyebrow and tossed another book pointedly out her window. "Then when your boobs have fully developed I can have fun biting them."
He grinned and it was so devilishly handsome and boyish, it was charming her to disagree. "Besides, you already have it in your head that I'm the only one you can lose your virginity to. It's implanted," he stepped forward and tapped his finger on his own head, "permanent in your brain. Just try looking at another guy and see if he compares," he winked.