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shoes, even in the summer. I wear them with everything from shorts to dresses,and I usually feel confident in them. I’m still waiting for the confidence to kick in. I’ve already nearly chickened out three times.
    I inhale a lungful of cool air and look at Janessa’s one-story home.
    This is where it’s going to happen.
    So much better than the backseat of a car. Inside I laugh a little at the thought, but my nerves swallow that laugh before it has time to come out.

    Oh God! Am I really doing this?
    Her house is cute, with blue siding and white trim.  It looks cozy and comfortable, unlike our houses, which are both way too big. I prefer smaller places, like Ashley’s apartment. My nerves go a little crazy when I think of Ashley. For some reason I feel like I’m cheating on her, which is totally nuts. She probably doesn’t even like girls.
    She did giveme that look.
    Wishful thinking, Dee .
    She was checking out Wyatt the first day we met, although she did say that was because she was an artist and interested in the human body. What if she isn’t into girls? Do I still want to do this?
    I turn and look at my Jeep, nibbling on my lower lip as I debate making a run for it— but I really want to do this!
    My phone vibrates and I turn itover. Janessa . Goose bumps form on my arms, and with a shaky finger I open the message.
    Should I open the door or are you considering bolting?
    Gulp . I lift my eyes to the door. Janessa waves from behind the glass. Instead of opening the door, she shrugs, smiles. I text her back, too nervous to open my mouth.
    Open it fast and I’ll stay.
    She pushes the door open. All the air rushesout of my lungs as she reaches for my hand and I take the first step inside. The door clicks softly closed behind me.
    There’s no turning back .
    “Hi.” She leans in and kisses my cheek. She smells freshly clean, like spring, and as her eyes roll down my body, my mouth goes dry. “You look incredible.”
    “So…” I clear my throat, wondering if I’ll be able to speak at all tonight. “So do you.”She’s clearly not wearing a bra beneath her dark tank top, and I can’t seem to drag my eyes from her taut nipples poking against the material. I finally force my eyes to drop, but they hang on her supershort miniskirt.
    I can’t believe this is really happening.
    I can’t believe I’m here.
    I tell myself it’s like a booty call and to just relax. People do this all the time. But I’ve neverbeen a booty call. I’ve never had a booty call. Relaxation went out the door with her bra and the rest of her skirt. I’m a nervous wreck.
    She presses her hand to my lower back and leads me into the living room. I can’t believe my legs are working. They feel like Jell-O. I look around, in need of a distraction from rattling nerves. The room looks lived-in and comfy, with children’s magazineson the coffee table and a miniature recliner, which must be for Jackie. The couch is dark brown, and the room is decorated in warm earth tones. There’s a small fireplace across from the couch, with several pictures of her daughter on the mantel.
    “You can sit down if you’d like.” She walks into the adjoining kitchen, and the space she vacated feels cold. I want her back. Somehow I felt saferwith her close, which is weird given what we’re about to do.
    What we’re about to do.
    Oh my God.
    Janessa holds up a bottle of wine. “Wine okay?”
    “Um, sure.” Lots of it, please . I distract myself with the photos and force myself to speak so she doesn’t back out, because I’m a silent, nervous wreck that she doesn’t want to help after all. “Jackie’s adorable. Are you still in touchwith her father?”
    Janessa carries two wineglasses into the living room and hands me one. I take a big drink to calm my nerves. She stands close as we stare at the pictures, me trying to talk myself off the ledge and her probably regretting her offer. I inhale deeply, and the scent of CK One fills my senses. I know