Tatum smiled a little. "You told her? Just like that?" she asked. Giving him a little nudge, she shifted around to get comfy again, ending up with her head rested against a mix of his shoulder and chest. "You're so easy," she joked. Her eyes watched the screen intently, but snapped away when he mentioned Colin again, her shoulders rising and falling uselessly.
"I g-guess, I mean-- it was kinda my fault. Like, actually.. like, dudes want to, uhm, do that stuff, you know? And I knew that and.. I said I would but then like, you know.. being Catholic and all," she tried to explain. It was true, but it was also her favorite excuse. It usually worked every time. Being Catholic certainly didn't stop the thoughts she had had about girls in the past though. But with boys.. there was just nothing. She could snuggle them for hours, kiss them even, but when it came time for that.. the interest just never happened. If anything, she felt more of a slight repulsion. Penises were so weird.
"He's like.. uhm, you know, if he wants to have a girlfriend who like, d-does stuff, that's his business? I guess? Like I'm not gunna just.. do it or whatever," she went on, her cheeks getting redder by the second. Especially when Sam spoke again, hitting the nail on the head. That was a big part of it. In fact, she was fairly certain she was going to die a virgin at this rate.
"He still s-sends me dirty texts though," she finally said after a few moments of awkward silence in which they just lay snuggled together. She cracked a little smile, hoping to break some of the tension. "When he's b-baked, so like all the time.."