“How many sexual partners have you had in your entire life?” Of course, Juanito would fucking ask thatquestion, the devious shit.
I wasn’t ashamed of being a slut and prided myself in my looks that were responsible for my status as one. However, I wasn’t sure how Miguel would take it. What if he assumed I had an STI or something? I was lucky I’d regularly tested negative for everything throughout the years, if just because of the stigma attached to the status.
Miguel gave me a somewhat focused look, probably more curious than anything. Then again, he wasn’t judgmental, so that helped.
“I’ve had my share,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Nope, that’s not what I asked.” Juanito wasn’t letting it go, and he enjoyed it way too much.
It took me a while to answer because I wasn’t sure if Miguel was ready to hear the truth. “Hundreds.”
Miguel’s eyebrows arched high, and his eyes glared. “Gosh! Really?”