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she likes pink lingerie. I’m so not telling Wesley that. “Let’s pretend you’re single for two seconds. What would be the type you’re looking for?”
    Not the most subtle ways of doing this, but oh well.
    “Hmm … that’s so hard! Because I can only think of Talon.”
    Yeah, me too. “Say you’ve never met Talon or seen anyone like him. And you’re outthere on the dance floor. Who would make your stomach bubble? In a good way.” We laugh, and she tosses her freshly purple-highlighted hair over her shoulder.
    “You can’t tell Talon, agreed?”
    I nod, nearly bouncing on my feet. In all honesty, I miss our girl talks like this. They’ve become nonexistent since the boys invaded.
    “I’ve always liked blonds.” She bites her lips as if she’s just said something super dirty. I get it, because Talon has the darkest hair I’ve ever seen. The kind of hair
I’ve
always liked.
    “Really? Like blond blond, or sorta blond?” Because Wesley is dirty blond. So points for him.
    “Any kind of blond. Which is so weird, right? Because …” She lets the sentence drop, and we both know she’s thinking about Talon and his lack of blond locks, but we don’t say anything. “I also really like tall guys. But what girl doesn’t, right?”
    I add another point to Wesley’s chart. I think he measures about six-three. Giant man compared with itty-bitty me. When we first met I actually believed I would only come up to his belly button, but it’s more like the middle of his chest.
    “What about eyes? Facial hair? Muscles?” I grin, getting a little giggly over the conversation. And I can’t even blame alcohol. “Are you an ass girl? Stomach? Arms? Lips? Eyes? Last time I checked was in high school. So what’s college Reagan’s poison?”
    She bursts out laughing, clutching the sink to keep herself upright. I join in, relaxing my stance, which I didn’t notice till now had been super tense.
    “I don’t care about color of eyes, but I do like them when they are framed by long eyelashes.” She pauses. “Why do guys always luck out with the long lashes?”
    I shrug, and we laugh again.
    “And I like the ass. Give me something good to look at when he’s walking away. Or bent over fixing things. Or running down a field …” She drifts off, and I go with her to that amazingly hot butt of Talon’s as he jogs the track around the football field. Who wouldn’t love that view?
    After our brief moment in fantasy butt world, she goes into major details. Some like Talon, some not. Some I know already, and some I don’t. And I mentally jot down everything I can. This is perfect. I really hope Wesley has as much for me as I do for him.
    Plan is officially in action … as long as no declaration of love is made.
    But I’m not sure if I’ll ask again.

Progress Report: December 9
    Things Wesley has going for him
    • He’s blond. Well, blondish. Blond enough.
    • He’s tall.
    • He’s funny. Well, he makes Reagan laugh. And yeah, I’ll give him the goofy card.
    I’d inspect his butt to see if he has that going for him too, but I don’t want him to catch me. He’d tease me nonstop for a week.
    Things I’ve got going for me
    I guess we’ll find out after I talk with Wesley.

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    (Even if you have to talk about sex.)
    “You totally suck at this.”
    I fling my fry at Wesley’s head. He dodges, and it smacks the wall behind him. His grin widens, and he plucks the pickle off his burger and waves it in the air as a threat. Oh, if he throws that at me I’ll shove his face right into the ketchup.
    “You gonna play nice?” he asks, swinging that nasty mustard-soaked green vegetable by his cheek. His eyebrow is cocked so high, it’s disappearing into his blond hair.
    “Don’t even think about it,” I growl, settling my hand above my ketchup packet. When he chuckles and puts the pickle down, I relax back in the booth and pick at my chicken sandwich. “But really, that’s all