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"Yes," I say calmly.

"And?" She shoves my shoulder. "Details, Kira! Details!"

"It was the best sex I ever had." I'm still smiling, beaming, as I remember last night.

She's staring at me, not speaking.

"What?" I say. "What is it?"

"You're not joking with me, are you? You really did it with him?"

"Yes. Multiple times."

Her eyes widen. "Like how many?"

"I don't know. I lost track."

Her eyes widen even more. "Kira! You just met him!"

"I know."

"You slut!" She laughs and slaps my arm.

"Hey!" I say, also laughing. "Don't call me that."

"Sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just surprised because you're usually so..."

"Cautious?"

"Yeah. You usually wait months before doing it."

"That's not true. I only waited three weeks with Dean."

"And then he dumped you. Which is why you said you'd wait longer next time."

"True, but I didn't want to wait with Austin. And it's not like we've only gone out on a few dates. We spent almost all of last week together. That's equivalent to at least ten dates, maybe more."

"Even so, I'm still shocked." She goes back around the counter to her cereal. "You never move this fast. You must really like him."

"I do. He's sweet and kind and considerate. Even with strangers. I didn't even tell you about the old man."

"What old man?" she asks, munching on her cereal.

"Austin saw this old man fall off a ladder and he pulled over and helped him. We ended up being there the whole afternoon. Austin cut tree branches and I hauled them to the street. Anyway, enough about me. Back to you and Matt. So...was it any better?"

"The sex?" She gulps down some juice, then says, "Not really. But I've decided I'm not going to worry about it. There's more to a relationship than just sex." She looks down at her bowl, moving her cereal around with her spoon.

"Amber, you can't honestly tell me this doesn't bother you."

She sighs. "Yeah, it bothers me, but I only feel this way because I'm being stupid and comparing Matt to..." She sighs again. "Never mind."

"Dylan," I say completing her thought. "You're comparing him to Dylan."

"I didn't say that."

"But it's what you meant."

She takes her cereal bowl to the sink, her back to me.

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