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Sixteen-year-old me was freaking out right now.
“What is that look? What’s going on?” Nora peeked over at me while glancing back at the road.
Tossing the phone back in my purse and purposefully not texting him back—I leaned against the window.
“Boo Radley kissed me again, three days ago, and then he slammed me down on his kitchen counter and tore my leggings open.”
“Motherfucking—shit!” The car swerved wildly as Nora’s face swung to stare at me. Her hands corrected on the steering wheel, getting us back on course. “Warn a girl before you drop that shit.”
Biting my lip to hold in my laughter, I muttered an apology. She was gone for the weekend with her parents and had just gotten back, so this was the first chance we’d had to talk.
“So, did he—?” Nora’s eyebrows were jumping up and down as we came to a four-way stop.
“No…I mean, sort of, he kind of…um…” Heat infused my face again as I remembered his tongue on me, swirling over my clit in an expert fashion. “He went down on me.”
My best friend stared at me with a jaw that had dropped while a car honked at us from behind. “He went”—her eyes dipped to my lap—“just like that, huh?”
“Yeah…it was a little crazy.”
“But no sex? What the heck?” We veered into a nice-looking neighborhood with beautiful aspen trees lining the street.
“He offered, but no, I turned him down.”
We slowed to a stop in front of a cute one-story craftsman house, painted an awful brown color. “You turned him down?” Her eyebrows dipped into the center of her face. “Why?”
I thought it would be obvious to her, but maybe not. “Because of the purge, and because I’m not that girl. I have to prove that I’m not. You know how that goes.”
“So, was he sexting you just now then?”
We both peered behind us to see if Vanessa had pulled up yet, but she hadn’t.
“No. My mother gave him my number and now I’m his own personal delivery girl.”
“Omigod.” Nora burst out laughing, spitting out some of her iced tea that she’d sipped right after asking.
“Stop.”
Her laughing continued, her face reddening. “Yep, that purge week did jack shit for you. I already know you’re totally obsessing that he texted your phone. That he actually has your number and used it.”
“Stop it, you’re such an asshole.” I pushed her arm, then went for my door. I hated how well she knew me.
Vanessa finally pulled up, got out, and went to unlock the house for us. “This was built about fifteen years ago, so it’s not that old at all, and the backyard is to die for.”
Nora rolled her eyes behind Vanessa’s back, and I hid a smirk. We knew it was her job, but Nora was the type of person that had to go into a house and get it based on feeling, not any actual information or data, and she always felt like the realtor talked up the house in a way that hid problems. I told her that wasn’t necessarily true, but there was no way to convince my best friend otherwise.
She was the same way with buying cars, cell phones…even a big purchase at Costco. She just didn’t like talking to people whose job depended on her saying yes. It was too much pressure for her.
“So, I’ll stay out here again, or did you want me in th—”
“Stay out here please,” Nora quickly said, pushing past her realtor.
I mumbled an apology and followed after my friend.
Right away it was easy to notice how different this house was. Light fell across the wood floors from the windows, creating a cozy vibe. The living room was spacious, with a nicely sized fireplace and mantle.
“Wow,” Nora whispered as she tipped her head back, taking in the vaulted ceilings.
“This is really nice.” I walked along, bypassing the open dining space, and then ventured into the kitchen, where a modestly sized island sat, with two large skylights overhead.
