Through the professor taking attendance,Dana learned Bethany’s name.She wrote it on the inside of her notebook and circled it in a heart,then underlined it for emphasis,feeling sixteen and lovesick as she did.Bethany stayed turned away from her throughout the entire class,focused on the teacher,so Dana could stare at those soft curls all she wanted.She imagined plunging her hands into those thick depths,pressing her nose against the cottony waves,breathing in that tangy perfume.It reminded her of summer,for some reason,fresh cut grass and sandy beaches and the ocean surf crashing in the distance.If she buried her nose in Bethany’s hair,would she smell that scent there,too?Or between Bethany’s breasts,between her legs?What would a girl who smelled that good taste like?
Dana had no clue,but she’d give anything to find out.