“Who cares about sharing?” Mira fills her glass again. “Since we’re staying, let’s keep drinking.”
“I really like your style,” June says as she offers her glass for a refill.
September 3,2005
Dear Diary,
The eagle has landed. I repeat, the eagle has landed. Ha! This girl isn’t a virgin anymore. Tanner’s a gentleman, and I know he would have waited longer, but I just didn’t want to. I love him, and he’s so hot! How could a girl say no?
I couldn’t.
Tanner rented us a hotel room down in Newport, and we had a romantic dinner from room service. Then, we took a walk on the beach before we went up to the room and made love.
Gosh, I love him so much!! He’s my soulmate. My lobster. The peanut butter to my jelly.
He’s everything I ever wanted in a man. I just know we’re going to be together forever.
TTYL,
Sarah
ChapterEighteen
Tanner
“How are you feeling, pretty girl?”
Sarah arrived home a little while ago, looking pretty rough after last night’s shenanigans with her friends, but she wanted to take a walk on the beach to clear her head.
So, we are.
She tucks her hair behind her ear and sighs.
“I’m never drinking again.”
I grin and kiss the top of her head as we stop just out of the surf’s reach to watch the waves.
“Famous last words.”
“No, really,” she insists. “Never. We had so much fun, but I’m too old for that kind of drinking.”
“Jesus, how many did you have?”
“More than I’ve had in the last ten years combined.” I let out a low whistle, and she chuckles. “It was fun, though. The fresh air is helping my headache.”
“I’ll make you pancakes when we get back to the house,” I promise her, as we continue walking down the beach. “That’ll help, too.”
“That might be the only thing that sounds delicious. I will say that I’m very proud of myself for not throwing up.”
“Did the others throw up?”
“I heard someone heaving in the bathroom. Not sure who it was.” She winces at the thought. “Poor girl. But it’s nice to have friends. Women who I can confide in and have fun with. We even talked about sex, and I don’t remember the last time I did that.”
“What about sex?” I slide my hand into hers and link our fingers.
“Well,youand sex, mostly.”
I stare down at her. “What aboutme?”