Always Something There to Remind Me Read Online Free PDF

boy-wise. “You don’t know what it’s like for the rest of us, having to face these animals without the perfect boyfriend.”
    Erin flushed with pride. “You think Nate is the perfect boyfriend?”
    “Duh.” Theresa rolled her pale blue eyes.
    “He’s a great guy,” Jordan agreed. She was always the more calm and reasonable one. If Jordan said something, you could believe it was true.
    Theresa fixed her gaze on Dennis Maloney, who was on the soccer team and was one of the better-looking guys at school. “Though I could settle for that tonight.”
    This was why, in private, Nate referred to Theresa as a penis flytrap . She had dalliances with a lot of guys. A lot .
    “Go for it,” Jordan said. She’d long since declared to Erin that she wasn’t going to keep worrying about Theresa’s sexual habits, and instead was just going to watch them for the show that they were.
    True to form, Theresa said, “I think I will,” then flashed an uncertain look back. “Unless you guys want me to stick with you?”
    “We’ll be fine,” Erin said with a laugh.
    “Wish me luck!” Theresa sauntered off in Dennis’s direction.
    Jordan and Erin looked at each other and laughed.
    “Want another beer?” Erin asked Jordan.
    “Not right now. I’m going to run in and find the bathroom, actually. It’s that time .”
    “Ugh.”
    Jordan nodded. “I’ll catch up with you in a while.”
    “Okay.” Erin went to the keg and tried to remember how to work it. Jordan was better at it than she was. That was why Jordan’d gotten the first four. After several embarrassing tries, she eked out half a cup of beer.
    “She’s Always a Woman” by Billy Joel started playing and couples on the terrace clasped themselves together to dance so slowly and so close that they might as well have gotten hotel rooms.
    For some reason, that made Erin feel giggly.
    “You look happy,” Rick McClintock commented, coming up to her with a red plastic cup of mostly foam. He was in her history class, but he sat on the other side of the small room and somehow that meant they’d never really said much to each other before. “Drunk?”
    “I haven’t eaten anything,” Erin said with a laugh. “Maybe that’s the problem.”
    He laughed. “So … check out the real show.” He gestured toward a small group of brave—or completely drunk—souls who were grooving on the patio.
    She was about to produce one of the many excuses she had at the ready when it came to not dancing, when, despite the thick crowd, she became hyper-aware of one person out of about fifty in the darkness. “Excuse me. I’m meeting someone,” she tossed distractedly to Rick, and took a couple of barefoot steps onto the slate patio.
    She didn’t even see him, there was no sight and recognition, it all moved too fast for that. She just sensed him, went straight to him, and threw herself into his arms, kissing him with a disproportionate hunger, before she was even a hundred percent sure it was him.
    Except she was sure it was. She’d know the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him anywhere.
    It was only later that the potential for humiliation occurred to her. Hurling yourself at a stranger and sticking your tongue down his throat is the kind of thing that can get you a challenging reputation in high school.
    In this case, though, she was right and instead it served to deepen her certainty that what they had between them was a lot deeper than what most people had.
    “Hey,” he said with a smile when she drew back.
    “What took you so long?” She kissed him again. She didn’t know what it was. It was like the sight of him made her hungry for more.
    She didn’t bother to wait for an answer. After about five solid minutes of kissing, she wordlessly led him to a private spot on the grass at the far end of the yard, and they lay down and spent the next three hours or so making out under the stars.
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    “How much longer is this going to take?” Erin