ture the fervent white of Dan？s knuckles as he
scribbled away。 ？What are you writing？？ She pressed the record…sound button on her camera。
Dan looked up； grinning at her through his messy bangs； his golden brown eyes shining。 ？It？s not
a poem。 It？s just a little story about you。？
Vanessa felt her whole body warm up。 ？Read it out loud。？
Dan scratched his chin self…consciously and then cleared his throat。 ？Okay。 ？She？s got a shaved
head 。 。 。 ；？？ he began； reading what he？d written。
Vanessa blushed as she listened and then dropped the camera on the floor。 She walked on her
knees over to where Dan was sitting； pushed his notebook out of the way； and laid her head in his
lap。
？You know how we？re always talking about having sex but we？ve never done it？？ she whispered；
her lips brushing the rough cloth of his army…green cargo pants。 ？Why don？t we do it right now？？
Beneath her cheek she felt Dan？s thigh muscle tighten。 ？Now？？ He looked down and traced his
finger along the edge of Vanessa？s ear。 She had four piercings in each ear； but none of them had
earrings in them。 He took a deep breath。 He？d been saving sex for a moment when it seemed
poetic andright 。 Maybe that time wasright now ； a spontaneous moment。 It seemed especially apt
and ironic when in exactly an hour he？d be back at Riverside Prep； sitting in last…period AP Latin；
listening to Dr。 Werd read Ovid in his over…the…top Latin…nerd accent。
Introducing double…free…period sex？the latest offering on the spring curriculum。
？Okay；？ Dan agreed。 ？Let？s do it。？
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？Would you like another Coke； miss？？ the bow…tied cocktail server asked。
？No； thank you；？