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been…well, you know.”
    “How is he so sure?” I asked her, frowning.
    “I dunno,” she said simply. “Maybe you should ask Tyson about that.”
     
     
    I did ask Tyson about it that night, actually . W e were upstairs in his bedroom, watching TV while Tyson strummed on his acoustic, when I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
    “Have you been telling Jake that we’re having sex?” I asked, in an oddly high-pitched tone.
    He looked at me and burst out laughing.
    “Where on earth did that come from?” he asked, setting his guitar against his bedroom wall and walking over to his bed where I was sitting.
    “Tyson, I’m serious,” I said, chewing on my bottom lip. “Have you been telling Jake that we’re having sex?”
    “No, babe, I haven’t,” Tyson replied, his smile fading. “Why do you ask?”
    “I dunno,” I mumbled, shrugging and looking down. Tyson sat down on the bed next to me. Now I felt stupid for even bringing it up.
    “Hey,” he said softly, placing his hand on my knee and squeezing it gently. “What’s up, Ava?”
    “Nothing,” I replied with a sigh, looking up at him again. “It’s just…something Emily said today. She was surprised when I told her we weren’t…you know. And I was thinking about it and we haven’t even talked about it that much.”
    “Have you wanted to talk about it?” he asked me. “I mean , I didn’t think it was a big deal, Ava.”
                  “It’s not,” I said quietly, looking down at my hands. “I just…I dunno…”
                  “Listen,” he said to me, putting his hand under my chin and tilting my head up so that my eyes met his. “What does it matter if we are or not? Shouldn’t it be up to us — not anybody else — when we do? Who cares about Emily and Jake or whoever? It’s between you and me, anyway, you know?”
                  I nodded.
                  “I’m not a prude,” I spoke up. I suddenly felt the need to defend myself. He laughed.
                  “I know,” he replied. “But when it happens, it happens. Whether it be tonight, next month, or on your wedding night. Whenever you’re ready for it and whenever the moment is right, that’s when it’ll happen for you.”
                  God. Could he be any more perfect?
                  “Sorry, Tyson,” I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug.
                  “Don’t be sorry for saying something,” he said. “It’s all gravy, baby.” I managed a small laugh, feeling embarrassed. Suddenly, his hug turned into tickling me.
     
                  “Hey!” I exclaimed, falling back on the bed. He began kissing my neck and tickling my sides.
                  “Tyson!” I yelled, laughing uncontrollably.
                  “What? W hat?” he asked, laughing, too . He finally pulled away and looked down at me, breathing a little heavily. I was breathing hard, as well. We just looked at each other for a moment, and his eyes searched mine for some kind of answer to an obvious request.
                 
                  I smiled suddenly, touching his face tenderly.
                  “I love you so much,” I murmured, kissing him on the side of his neck. He pushed my hair away from my face.
                  “I know,” he replied, quietly. “I love you, too.”
                  He kissed me on my mouth then — the passionate kind of kiss that makes you feel as if you’re floating away into some euphoric plane. When he pulled away, I realized that I was shaking. This wasn’t our normal kind of kiss. There was a hunger behind that kiss that I knew could only lead to one thing.
     
                  “I-I want to,” I told him, my voice seeming so small.
                  “I know,” he said, and kissed me