"What can I say? I don't like beating around the bush." Angel gave a chuckle of his own, pulling the gauze snug upon hearing the answer to his question.

Oh he fucking knew it. That question was bouncing around in his brain ever since he got back to his room after it dawned on him that he was the radio host's first kiss. He didn't know why he needed confirmation about his suspicions. Maybe there was a part of him that couldn't believe that no one has taken a bite out of that apple. Now that he knew, that sweet cherry was going to be his.

"No way, a primo hottie like you?" Angel stopped binding the wound for a moment to stare at him. "So you never wanted to knock boots with anyone? Then have you never looked at nudey mags or porn?"