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I set the glass down on my dresser and reach for it. With a deep breath, I sit on my bed with the damn thing. This is ridiculous.
And my dad thought I should go to medical school? I wouldn’t have made it through anatomy.
Or whenever they show the first naked body. It’s not my fault. I just haven’t been around it with a reserved father who referred me to a librarian when I needed to learn about my cycle.
I tear through the cut-open flaps and pull out the packaging.
This Sweet Kisses thing doesn’t look like it bites. Lucas must have been pulling my leg during his last round of jokes.
And call me naïve, but I don’t know how this works. I’m blaming it on my outrageous sense of moral integrity, but I’m just a prude and I know it has nothing to do with morals.
So I’ve got nothing. No excuse why this is something taboo for me.
I am halfway through reading the directions and trying to make sense of the diagram when my phone threatens to give me a heart attack.
“H-hello?”
“You use it yet?”
It was a weak moment when I told Lucas about it and I blame it on the events of the summer.
“I’m trying to understand the directions.”
His deep chuckle on the other end has all of my attention. It’s stupid, but I like when he laughs. It’s deep and the way his chest rumbles is stupidly intoxicating. “Why do you need directions? Just turn it on and off you go.”
No duh. I just want to make sure I do it right.
“Just be sure to set the mood.”
“The mood?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Light a candle or something and turn the lights off. Maybe put some music on low.”
He sure knows a lot about this.
“Music... like what? How do you know all this?” Oh, right. Wet t-shirt contests and a revolving door of women his entire life. “Never mind.”
Lucas’ deep laugh sets me at ease. “I knew you wouldn’t look it up, so I did it for you.”
Because this is what one-night-stands that result in a child do for one another. I have his kid and he looks up how to masturbate for me.
God, I don’t even know if I like the word. How about something nicer?
“How have you never touched yourself, Allie?”
“God, can we call it something else? I need a code word for it.”
He laughs again, bringing me back down a notch. “How about Allie time?”
“Ew, no.”
“Flicking the bean.”
I choke on my sip of wine. “Don’t.”
“Okay, fine. Did you ever name it?”
“This is stupid. I’m not cut out for this—”
