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I shake my head. “Can’t a girl be curious?”

“Sure. But I thought you were a virgin.”

“I’m not.” Why does everyone think that?

“You just have a lot on your plate, and I never see you flirt or even show remote interest . . . unless it’s you ranting about Dacre for thirty minutes.”

“That’s his fault. Not mine.”

“Uh-huh. So who was your first?”

This is one reason I love Kitty because she’ll talk about anything. Nothing is too awkward; no conversation is off limits. I love my sisters, but there are things we don’t talk about, and orgasmic bites were not on the table for conversation.

“It was years ago, back when I was, like, seventeen.”

“Please tell me this isn’t a creepy older man story.”

“Are you kidding? Do you think my family would have let me out of their sight long enough for me to meet an older man? No, it was someone I went to school with, and it . . . was my idea.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“We weren’t dating or anything . . . And, I don’t know, I just wanted to know what the hype was about. But it was . . . weird. Kind of awkward and didn’t last that long. It wasn’t like the movies . . . or even the books where everything is . . . so intense.”

“Got it. So you need to get laid for real.”

“As if I have the time.”

“I think there are many guys here that would take you up on the offer if you showed even a little bit of interest.”

I move my spoon around in my bowl. I know she’s right, but for some reason, Dacre comes to mind again.

“You know . . . For a hopeless romantic, you’re really dense when it comes to your own love life.”

I sigh. “Yeah, I know.”

“Just know, if you ever do come to me saying that you suddenly broke your dry streak with Dacre Everhart, I won’t judge you.”

“I wouldn’t,” I say quickly. The flashes of his hands between my thighs jump to my mind.

His thumb rubbing my leg.

His teeth embedded in my skin, and the rush of pleasure that flooded my senses.

“But . . . thank you,” I conclude.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dacre

“So, who’s the girl?” Florence says on the other end of the line. I denied about five requests for a video call but couldn’t avoid this last phone call.

“There is no girl.” I weave past a few guys in the hallway as I walk. Solexxa hallways are taller than they are wide. “And I really can’t talk right now.”

“Uh-huh. What about that article on the forums . . . I think her name was Emma?”

“How would you have access to that?”

“I have ways. I had to keep tabs on you, since I thought I was losing you to Clyde.”