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He stood balking at her for only a moment, eyes unblinking. Had she said what he'd thought? She'd been a virgin, and he hadn't known. Denver cleared his throat, looking down and then away. "Oh," he said after a moment. Well, it was over now; couldn't take it back now, even if he wanted to. And really, he didn't regret it. "Well, uhm...how, uh..." he started with a nervous laugh, scratching at the back of his head awkwardly. "How was it?" It didn't hurt to ask, after all. Denver was convinced he was a skilled, experienced lover; in truth, he'd only been with a handful of women. His confidence spoke of higher numbers, he'd ensured, but when it came down to it Denver still needed practice. Maybe he had been just awful, and that was why she was acting weird. He tried to think back on the night but the details were blurry and unhelpful.
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