“I just--he wanted to come into the room. Is that normal?” I asked.
“You didn’t let him in?” Hannah asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Girl, why the hell didn’t you let him in!? I would’ve given you privacy. Come back with a pizza to help you refuel.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I’m not going to sleep with a guy whose name I don’t know.”
“That’s half the fun, Dani. That’s what college is all about. Making friends, getting good grades, going to parties, and making lovely mistakes like that.”
“Your definition of fun and my definition of fun are very different. And besides, I haven’t even had--”
I stopped myself as Hannah drew in a breath. “You’ve never had sex?”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for blurting that out everywhere.”
“Holy. Fuck. You’ve never had sex!”
“I hate you.”
She gripped my upper arms. “This is perfect.”
I furrowed my brow. “What is?”
“This. All of this. I now know what my goal for this year is.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Getting good grades?”
“No. We’re going to get you laid.”
“Uh, no.”
“Yes.”
“I said no. Why doesn’t anyone like that word?”
“We’re going to find you a guy to lose your virginity to.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be something I dictate?”
She grinned wildly. “We could work on Mr. Motorcycle, if you want.”
“No, thank you.”
“Oh, come on, Dani.”
“Seriously, Hannah. When I’m ready, it’ll happen. But it won’t happen until I’m ready. End of story.”
She playfully sighed. “Fine, fine. Be a party pooper.”
“Sorry I won’t let you dictate who I have sex with and when.”
She rolled her eyes. “Such a drama queen.”
She smiled brightly at me. “Ready for that pizza joint?”
“Is it bad that I kind of just want to unpack?”