Chapter 13

“Believe it or not, no. He wanted me to kiss him again.” Greg’s smile lights up our darkened corner of the patio. “My first boyfriend. I was barely even six. How old were you when you discovered boys?”

“College,” I admit. “Lisa and I had been together for a while by then. We went to the same school, spent every minute not in class in either her dorm room or mine. My roommate was a real slob and for some strange reason, every little thing he did bothered the hell out of me. I’d bitch and moan about it whenever I could—how he’d walk around our room half-dressed or sleep naked, or come in from the shower without anything on, dripping wet, because the dumb-ass forgot to take his towel with him. The more I complained, the more Lisa laughed at me. Finally one day we got into a fight about it and she accused me of being attracted to the guy.”

Greg squints one eye at me, assessing. “Were you?”