“You really think so?”
Quietly, “Athletic. Good-looking. Popular. Smart.” She was still sitting on his legs, and now she rolled off to lay curled on her side, in case he wanted to leave. In case she drove him away. “You’re probably three deep in girls at school, and you’re here because you think you’ll get some prestige, maybe, out of having been with a college girl. Or maybe you think I can teach you something. About sex, I mean.” The nakedness of her body didn’t bother her, but she shivered slightly from the nakedness of her soul. “I don’t know what you think I am.”
Isaac frowned and stared at her. “I’m a werewolf — the athletic thing just kinda happened. I used to be a wimp. And I’m not popular,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “I’m the kid whose dad locked him in a freezer for most of his childhood. People don’t just talk to me. I only have a few friends, and honestly you’re the only girl I’ve even thought about this way since I was fifteen.” He looked away from her, staring at the wall for a few moments. “I didn’t know you thought that little of me,” he said quietly, not looking at her.
“I don’t think little of you! I don’t /know/ enough, and you’re … you’re in my bed, expecting I don’t know what.” she flared. “What do you mean your dad locked you in a freezer?”