Page 132 of From Now On

Harlow stares at me for thirty seconds—I start counting—before saying, “HunterMorgan?”

“Do you know any other guys named Hunter?” I ask dryly.

“Well, no. But I thought maybeyoudid.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“I—wow. I’m—how? When? How?”

“How, like positions? Because we tried some I don’t know the names for.”

Harlow laughs. “No, I mean how did it happen. Did you run into him at a party or?—”

“No. He was at the library on Friday night. I went to work on that awful poetry essay, and he showed up, and he asked to sit with me, and then it just…happened.”

“In the library?”

“Inthe library? No! People—people do that?”

Harlow nods, smiling, and the blowjob in the car no longer seems quite as adventurous.

“Um, well, no. We did it here?”

“Here, here? Like on this couch?”

“No. In my bedroom. Have you had sex—actually, never mind. I don’t want to know. We had sex in my bedroom.”

“You and Hunter.”

“Yeah. Me and Hunter.”

“Wow. That’s big, Eve. I mean, you hadn’t since…”

I know what she’s alluding to while trying to avoid saying Ben’s name.

“It was big,” I agree. “Because it was Hunter.”

Harlow’s forehead wrinkles. “What do you mean?”

“Do you remember where you went, the first night of college?”

She looks even more confused, but she answers, “Yeah. Some party off campus. I think it was on Fore Street.”

“Do you remember where I went, the first night of college?”

“One of the Freshman Week events, right? You went to a bunch of those.”

“Yeah.” I nod. “I went to all of them, because I met a guy the first night and I was hoping to run into him again. Instead, I kept seeing Ben. And the next time I saw Hunter, he was with half the hockey team and I was dating Ben.”

“Wait.” Harlow leans closer. “You met Hunter Morgan the first night at Holt?”

I nod.

“And you’ve?—”

“Had a secret crush on him ever since? Pretty much.”

“Holy shit. Why did you never tell me?”

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