Chapter 8

“Do you really think we need to drink

anymore?” I asked, proud of myself that I was able to get the words

out. My head was spinning, and I was more than a little drunk.

“There’s a difference between need

and want,” Wyn said.

“Sometimes,” Derek said. “Sometimes, they’re

closer than we realize, but we can discuss that over drinks back in

the dorm.”

“Okay, I guess I wantto,” I said,

laughing.

“Maybe you needto,” Derek said as we

approached the door, chuckling a little to himself.

“I’m going to go find Sheila,” Wyn said.

“We’ll wait for you out here,” Derek told

him, wrapping an arm around me as we walked out into the steamy

Florida night.

“Do you know what I need?” Derek asked.

We were on the sidewalk outside of the bar,

and he leaned close to me again. I was beyond buzzed, and I knew

what I wanted, but this was a friend, a friend whose mind was

probably not quite as dirty as mine.

“Hmmm?” I asked, barely able to get the