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tugs at the corners of my lips.
    “That day when you fell in the lake, the first day we ever met…”
    “Yeah?” I wait.
    “You didn’t pull me in with you.”
    “Huh?”
    “I jumped.”

7
    Katie
    I shouldn’t tell him . I know that. I’m playing with fire here, but memories are powerful things.
    “You fell in the lake, and you thought you pulled me in, but you didn’t. I jumped in with you because I was afraid you would drown.”
    “You’re lying.”
    “Am not.”
    “Are too.”
    “Am not.” I go to the couch and sit down, then pat the space beside me. “You were so cute. And so drunk. You fell right over the side, and I was afraid you wouldn’t come back up, so I jumped in to save you.”
    “It was so cold.”
    “I know. I thought I would freeze to death.”
    He sits beside me on the couch. “I kissed you that night for the very first time.”
    Heat creeps up my cheeks. “I know. I remember. My first kiss ever.”
    He jerks his eyes up to meet mine. “You told me you’d kissed lots of boys.”
    I shrug. “I lied.”
    “I was just glad I didn’t throw up.”
    “Me too.” I bump him with my shoulder. “That was the best summer ever,” I say quietly.
    “Yes. It really was.”

8
    Jake
    T he first time I ever wanted to kiss Katie Higgins, she was shivering inside a threadbare towel that someone handed her when she climbed up the ladder of the dock. I remember it vividly, because it was the first time I’d ever seen the shadow of a real live nipple on a real live girl. I’d seen nude women in Pop’s magazines, or at least the ones he didn’t hide well enough, but I’d never seen an actual boob before. Or even the shadow of one.
    Her breasts were barely there, no bigger than mosquito bites on her chest. But her nipples seemed impossibly awesome. I stared at her chest until Pop smacked me on the back of my head and told me to get her a fucking towel that would actually cover something.
    Embarrassment swamped me as I ran to one of the bins that held spare towels and pulled one out. I ran back, careful not to trip over my own two feet this time, and I held it out to her. By the time I got back, she’d crossed her arms over her small, but still perfect, chest and she was shivering. “Thanks,” she murmured as she took the towel from me and tugged it around her shoulders. Her teeth chattered as she pulled it closed in front.
    “And there goes the magic,” Pop muttered. He turned to me. “Maybe now you’ll be able to think with the head that’s on your shoulders.”
    “Doubt it,” I replied, since I could still see Katie’s nipples in my mind’s eye.
    “You had better go home and get changed,” Pop said to Katie. He grumbled under his breath again. She didn’t seem phased by it, though, and she just laughed.
    “I can’t go home yet,” she said. “My dad and my uncle said to stay gone for a couple of hours.”
    “What the hell are they doing that takes a couple of hours?” Pop asked.
    Katie wasn’t repulsed by his language. She just laughed again. “Playing Scrabble, I think. Whatever they were doing included a bottle of wine.”
    “Is ‘playing Scrabble’ code for something?” I asked, looking from Pop to Katie and back.
    Dad thumped me on the back of the head again. “Don’t ask stupid questions,” he said.
    Katie giggled.
    “Why don’t you take Katie up to our house and get her something dry to wear?” Pop said. He nodded toward the house. Katie turned around and I realized her skirt was sticking to her legs. And her pink panties were shining through the white fabric.
    My dad popped me on the back of my head again. “Find her something dry to wear,” he said. “But you stay out of the room while she’s changing. I’m not ready to be a grandpa.”
    Katie laughed out loud.
    But then Pop pointed at her. “If you get my boy pregnant, I’ll string you up by your toenails.”
    She giggled again. She held out a hand to me, and I slipped mine inside hers.
    And