Page 143 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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rock-hard six-pack abs

under his Sex Pistols band T-shirt.

I can imagine kissing Matt.

His bulging boxer’s biceps

holding me ever so tightly.

“Here’s my idea,” Matt says.

“Obi targeted you to bring you to The Coven

because they needed a virgin

for their demonic satanic pagan virgin blood ritual.”

“Did you practice saying that?” I ask.

“Yes, I did.” Matt smiles and nods.

“Demonic, satanic, and pagan

are three different things.” I laugh.

“You’d know, wouldn’t you?”

Matt tilts his head and tuts three times.

The morning sun makes a marvel

of Matt’s jawline.

I feel a lump in my throat.

I cough it clear.

“Let’s go back to your story idea.

Since I’m still a virgin,

this could go one of two ways

when I see them again:

The Coven could sacrifice me

in a ‘demonic satanic pagan virgin blood ritual,’

just like you said,

or I could lose my virginity to Obi,

join The Coven,

and bring them a replacement virgin.”

I point at Matt and tilt my head,

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