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Kyla, and the words that she whispered to my ear, they were enough to cast some doubts about what the real score was.

    “ W hat were you two discussing ?” I asked him.

    “ U s two ?” He put on a confused face. He wanted me to know that his little get-together with the school’s resident whore was not a big deal... that he could’ve easily forgotten about it.

    “ W ell , you can’t talk to yourself out loud, can you?” I sardonically replied. “What were you and Kyla talking about?”

    “ O h ,” he uttered, again pretending to be surprised that he forgot, “nothing, really. Just a few details about the Homecoming Party next month.”

    F air enough . That was actually believable. She was, after all, part of Jaynie’s Homecoming committee, and Finn... well... everyone was expecting him to be crowned Homecoming King this year.

    “ Y ou didn’t seem like you were discussing the event,” I said with an exaggerated pout, fishing for further reassurance.

    “ O h come on , Baby,” he answered as if on cue, “what else could we be discussing? Sex?”

    H e was the first to bring up the subject, and that gave me greater sense of relief.

    “ P ossibly ,” I told him, still maintaining petulant facade.

    H e chuckled .

    “ A ndrea ... I’m not interested in her,” he comfortingly replied. “I doubt I ever will be. My life is set. I have plans. With you. No one else.”

    A nd I smiled .

    I gave him a hug which he gladly returned. The tighter I squeezed him, the tighter he squeezed back. I took my time to smell his jacket... musky... pungent... manly... his unique scent... a fragrance I will never forget.

    “ I ’m sorry ,” I mumbled, my mouth pressed against his chest, holding him still with the firmest of embraces. I apologized for assuming the worst instead of trusting him like I should have. Deep inside, I felt that I also apologized for what happened last night... rather... what almos t happened last night which I vowed to myself will never ever happen again.

    H e gave the top of my head a gentle kiss. His lips lingered on my hair for a while. He was trying to catch my whiff... to remember it... a memento that he’ll carry with him during the long hours we’ll spend apart... until we’ll meet again after school, during his practice and mine.

    “ B esides ,” he added, “it’s not as if Kyla is the sex expert you think her to be.”

    I playfully punched his collarbone , pretending to be angry.

    “ H ow do you know that ?” I asked with simulated fury.

    “ B ecause I’m pretty sure she’s not as good as you,” he answered. I looked up at him and saw that he was smiling quite wryly.

    “ O h , shut up, Finn,” I told him, worried that someone might be eavesdropping on our conversation.

    “ I t’s true !” he exclaimed, then his head approached my cheek. “Especially with that thing you do with your mouth...” he whispered.

    “ H uh ?” I asked, bewildered.

    “ Y ou know , that licking and sucking and stuff...” he continued to murmur. “I miss that, you know.”

    O h ...

    “ H ush , Finn,” I told him affectionately. “You’re embarrassing me.”

    “ O h trust me ,” he said, “with how good my girlfriend is with her mouth? I’m a mighty proud guy!”

    B anters like that has always been a staple of our relationship. We playfully kid each other with exaggerations of our lovemaking skills and the extent of our desires. We discovered that it was a good way to overcome the awkwardness that came with the sexual aspect of our relationship.

    E specially the awkwardness caused by my hesitance to make love to him.

    W e have our fair share of intimate moments... but it never led to actual intercourse. Every time we were at the peak of passion and at the verge of consummating our carnal needs, I always stopped him. He respected me. He never forced me to have sex - actual sex - with him. He kept on reassuring me that he loved me, and that he could wait. We have