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“Shed your virginity.” He looks at the ugly building next door and gives that some thought before turning his head to focus on me again. “And Aaron Bullshitter Berkhoff was the only candidate you came up with?”
I cross my arms over my chest and try not to squirm while being pinned by his gaze. “At the time it seemed like the choice came with more pros than cons.”
“Sounds like you made a list.”
I don’t feel the need to elaborate. I sip my beer instead.
But Micah rocks with laughter again. “Shit, you actually made a fucking list.”
I did. I like lists. But I don’t have much patience for ridicule.
“It’s none of your goddamn business, Micah.”
He quits laughing. “You’re right. It’s not. And he’s a prick for shooting his mouth off. Wish I’d taught him a lesson.”
Micah’s temper was infamous when we were growing up. He never needed much of an excuse to lunge into a fight, always in a fever to prove his bravery. Chalk it up to a side effect of watching his father get butchered.
“Not necessary,” I tell him. “But I appreciate the thought.”
His eyes flicker down, over my bare legs. I could swear his breathing speeds up. I know mine does.
He plays with the pencil in his hand, twirling it between his strong fingers and then switching to the other hand. In school it was always a source of fascination how he had the ability to write equally well with both hands.
“If you’d come to me instead, I wouldn’t have told a soul.”
I wish he wouldn’t say that. Right now I’m feeling things I don’t really want to be feeling for him. “Do I need to remind you we weren’t exactly on friendly terms?”
From the time we were in preschool, Micah typically behaved as if I had a contagious disease. He’s well aware of this.
He shrugs. “Just saying, I would have been glad to help you out. And it would have stayed a secret.”
Strangely, I believe him. With Micah, what you see is what you get. He’s no phony. Nor is he a liar or a gossip.
And I have to admit…the idea is interesting.
It’s so interesting that I’m practically squirming. A jolt of arousal intensifies.
I hope mind reading isn’t among his talents. “Anyway, Aaron shouldn’t have been so conceited. He didn’t know what he was doing.”
Micah keeps twirling his pencil with ease, not even looking as he switches back and forth between his hands, something he just does as second nature. “No good, huh?”
“Not good at all. And I’ll add that it was over extremely quickly.”
“Hope things have improved for you since then.”
“Not really.”
Why did I say that?
WHY WHY WHY?
Because it’s true. And because I like the way we’re bantering.
Even more than that, I like the way he’s looking at me.
Micah quits twirling his pencil. “Are you trying to say you don’t know how to come?”
I can’t believe I’m really doing this. I’m really discussing orgasms in the dark with Micah Lyonne.
