But I wan
t to have this conversation too. I want to know more about him. "Okay, you were part of the same scene."
He shakes his head kids these days. "We bounced around all the parties… everywhere." He moves closer. "How old are you?"
"No game." I shake my head.
"All right, when did you graduate high school?"
"A long time ago. And that's the same question. You thought you could trick me?"
He laughs. "You're in grad school, so you're at least twenty-two."
Twenty-five. But close enough.
He smiles. "Older."
"Oh my God!"
"Let's say you're twenty-two."
"No. Twenty-two was a horrible year. Let's say… let's just not say."
He laughs. "You gonna be one of those women getting Botox the day she turns thirty?"
"Maybe. What's it to you?"
He laughs. "You're so fucking cute flustered." He leans in to brush his lips against my neck.
Mmm. It's sweet. Soft. Caring.
My heart melts.
My stomach flutters.
I clear my throat. "You have a point."
"You're distracting me."
"You should take responsibility."
"You too." He slides his hand over my ass, pressing my dress into my skin. "What do you call this?"
"A cute outfit."
"And this?" He traces the outline of my thong over my dress.
"Being prepared."
He laughs. "All right. My point. Fuck, what are we even talking about?"
"Your scene."
He nods. "We probably hit the same party once or twice. We'd go out to the valley if we heard the girls were hot."
I shake my head. "I went to three parties all of high school."
"Still."