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obviously something that
still hurt for him, obviously something that was still bothering him, in spite
of the way that he acted in his normal life. I wished that he could tell me
more about the situation, but I could understand why he wouldn’t want to think
about it; if it was a girl he had loved, and he had lost her—felt guilty about
not being able to save her—then he wouldn’t want to drag it all out again. I
believed him; I didn’t think anyone could pretend to be that guilty that well.
    Johnny checked the time on his phone and we put out
the campfire, smothering it in sand. We loaded up the blankets and the
leftovers and walked back to the truck together in the darkness. My body was
still humming, my mind full of questions, but I was mostly happy, mostly
content as Johnny boosted me into the seat and stepped around the front of the
truck to the driver’s side. He carefully pulled out of the clearing and made
his way up the trail onto the road once more, and I leaned against him, holding
his free hand in the eerie blue-green light from the console, relieved that I
had finally gotten the nerve to ask him about Claire, but wondering what else
there was. I realized as we got closer to campus that I was actually, really
falling for him—that I was well on my way to being fully in love. I told myself
not to take things too seriously, but with Johnny’s arm around me, with the
night of lovemaking we’d just shared and the way he had always been so
incredibly sweet, I couldn’t help myself.

 
    Chapter
Six
    I was still glowing, buzzing from head to toe from my
night out with Johnny, the next day. It was easy for me to put my mind at rest,
to go to my classes and actually focus; Johnny caught me on my way to my first
class of the day and kissed me eagerly, teasing me just a little bit, caressing
along the curves of my body until I was more than ready to ask him to carry me
off to the dorms or to the frat house—that I didn’t even care about my class
anymore.
    But once I was in class, I was in a great mood, able
to pay attention. The question of Claire White still simmered in the back of my
mind, but I was mostly satisfied with Johnny’s answer; if he had been her
boyfriend, if she was the first girl he’d been with sexually, and he had loved
her, then of course he would be less than willing to talk about her. I thought
about the girl; Johnny’s comment about girls flirting with him was right. I
couldn’t be surprised if girls who wanted Johnny for themselves had an eye to
sabotage any relationship he might get into. I’d have to get used to the fact
that the guy I was into was one of the most-desired men on campus.
    I had my phone on silent, not even on vibrate; while I
knew that Johnny would probably text me at least once, I was determined not to
lose my focus over anything while I was in class. I checked my phone when I
went from one class to another—my second one of the day, the last before I
could go to the dining hall for lunch—and saw that my mom had called. I rolled
my eyes; leave it to her to have no idea that I’d be in class. As I walked from
one building to another, I listened to the message. “Hey, sweetie! I just
wanted to catch up with you and see how you’re doing with your second week of
college. Give me a call back when you get a chance. Love you!”
    I couldn’t call her right away; even if I didn’t have
class, I wanted a little bit of privacy to get her up to date on my life. Before
I put my phone away for class, I saw that Johnny had texted me. Mosquito bites? I can put some lotion on
them for you later, you know… I smirked to myself and replied that as far
as I was concerned, he could put lotion anywhere on my body, and I’d have to
make time to let him do it soon.
    I put off the phone call for as long as I could; it
wasn’t that I didn’t love my parents, but I was excited to be away from them,
and calling home would have been a reminder that I was still—in their eyes