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“No. He’d just moved in, but we didn’t stop to do a tour, if you know what I mean.”

“There are not that many options. You know you’regoingto run into him again, right?”

“Jim and Janine Morrow moved last fall, and I know their house finally sold a few weeks ago, but I haven’t heard anything about to whom. There’s the new principal, and I heard he’s already hired a new gym teacher because Amy Erhart transferred to the middle school. Plus, Brad Caldwell was talking the other day about how he hired a couple new guys at the automotive shop. So there are actually quite a few options as to who Jamie could be.” I sigh. “And if I do run into him, we’ll be adults about it. It happened, and it was good, and we’re both moving on.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t just amazing because you were drunk?”

I sigh. “I mean, sure, there’s probably an element of that. But I remember everything perfectly—and I mean…everything. And it was amazing.”

“Amazing how?”

I hesitate. “I don’t know. He just made me feel…beautiful. Wanted. Desired. It was…passionate.”

She eyes me curiously. “Passionate?”

I shrug. “I don’t know how else to put it.”

“Was he…big?”

I snicker. “Yes.”

“Good with his hands?”

“Godyes.”

“And his mouth?”

I blush, stupidly; my fingers have, somehow, drifted up to brush my lips as if to relive where his had been, and I immediately snatch them away and tangle them on my lap. “Well, he’s an amazing kisser, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Did he kissbothsets of lips?”

“Cora!” I say, whacking her across the arm. “Nasty!”

“It’s not nasty, it’s hot, and you know you like it. You told me Daniel did it once and you really enjoyed it but you never got him to do it again, and you were always pissed about that.”

“Yeah, and if he had, I’d have been more likely to…you know…to him. But he didn’t, so I didn’t.”

“Because he was a selfish asshole.”

“That too.”

“What about this guy—what was his name? Jamie?”

“Yeah, Jamie. And no, he wasn’t selfish, not at all. And no, we didn’t do…that. Either direction. We just…it was…it happened so fast, you know? Not thatithappened fast…I mean, once we got to his house and started kissing, that was it. There was no stopping it.”

“Wow.”

“We woke up in the middle of the night…or maybe closer to dawn, I don’t know what time it was. And we did it again.”

“Sober?” Cora asks, eyebrows lifted.

“Yeah. Or, mostly. We were both kind of half asleep, but it was…in a way, it was almost hotter than the first time.”

“That’s a little weird, to be honest.”

“What is? That it was better the second time?”

“No, that there was a second time way after the fact. Most of the one-night stands I’ve ever had, and there have been…a few…it was like, you have sex half drunk and you keep at it until the buzz wears off, and then one of you leaves, or you pass out and one of you sneaks out. You don’t wake up halfway through the night, sober, and have, like,intimatesex. That’s weird.” She shrugs. “But more power to you, if it worked for you.”