Page 48 of Every Inch of You
“So, older thanyou?”
“I was still eighteen, not quite nineteen, she was twenty-three.”
So you were stillchubby.
“Were youdating?”
“Not really. No. She was aT.A.”
“Did you enjoyit?”
“It was sex with a woman who wanted to have sex with me, what do you think? She was nice. It wasgood.”
“Well, good then. I’mglad.”
I went quiet and then I couldn’t stop myself from crying.Again.
“Are youcrying?”
“No. Yes. I keep doing this. It’s probably some form of detox. That happens when your body is changing, right? Aren’t tears a form ofdetox?”
“Maybe. Are yousad?”
“No, I’m so happy. I’m really reallyhappy.”
“Obviously.”
Don’t sayit.
I’m not going to sayit.
Shit, I have to sayit.
“I just wish it had been me. I should have been your first. You should have beenmine.”
I could tell he didn’t know what to say. He closed his eyes and stroked my hair, kissed the top of myhead.
My words just hung there, and I had to break the silence with ajoke.
“And not just because of your big magnificentpenis.”
Helaughed.
“Because of your big magnificentheart.”
He groaned, and not in the way I had gotten used to hearing him groan. “Okay, well now I really don’t know what you’re talkingabout.”
“Youdon’t?”
“Nope. I’m an asshole. Has that not comeacross?”
“Nope. You’re still a big ol’softie.”
“Nope.”
He slapped myass.
“I just—can I ask you one more question? Then I’ll shut up aboutit.”
