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thousand years be able to relate to. He was probably from some over-achieving American family who baked cookies and sat around a campfire singing and played tennis on a private lawn in summer. He was rich, clearly, and her guess was he always had been. That upbringing, the kind of anchor she herself had always yearned for, was exactly why he was able to make her feel so small.
    ‘Don’t bother,’ she threw back, moving to go.
    ‘Look,’ Leon said, less patiently, ‘I’m trying, OK? I’m only being friendly here.’
    ‘Make friends with someone else,’ she said, and turned and walked away.

5
    K ristin loved kissing her boyfriend. Scotty Valentine’s lips were pink as candyfloss and just as sweet, his tongue soft and hesitant as it explored her mouth. She could spend hours simply kissing, running her fingers through his caramel hair and staring into his Pacific Ocean eyes.
    They were in her bedroom, making out to a Turquoise ballad. Kristin took Scotty’s hand and guided it to her breast—he never instigated it, he was too gentlemanly—and lifted to meet his touch. She peeled off her T-shirt and the lacy sweetheart bra beneath. Scotty had only seen her topless once before and looked as uncomfortable now as he had the first time.
    ‘It’s OK,’ she murmured, reaching into his jeans. ‘My mom’s out…’
    Dutifully Scotty tended to her nipples, nuzzling and licking till she started to sigh, then he dropped a chain of kisses across her stomach and in doing so reversed his crotch out of reach. She drew his head back up to hers, looping onearm round his neck and the other between his legs. Nothing. That was why, then. She inhaled his scent. It didn’t matter.
    ‘Sorry,’ Scotty mumbled, sitting up. ‘Don’t know what’s wrong.’
    ‘It’s fine,’ said Kristin, covering herself because she still felt shy around him. She hoped it was fine. Last time Scotty had been unable to get a hard-on and while he assured her it had nothing to do with her and he thought she was gorgeous, it couldn’t help but sting.
    ‘Just tired,’ he informed her, zipping his flies.
    ‘We don’t have to have sex,’ she ventured. ‘I could, you know…’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Help you along?’ she muttered uncertainly. ‘And then…?’
    He looked at her as if she’d just suggested defecating on the carpet.
    ‘I’ve got to go.’
    ‘Have I done something wrong?’ Awkwardly she fumbled into her T-shirt.
    Scotty grimaced. ‘I feel like I’m being hassled all the damn time,’ he complained, ‘for sex. You want it every day! I’m not a machine, Kristin.’
    She was confused. ‘But we haven’t even got that far…’
    ‘Don’t you think maybe if I could relax a little more I might find it easier?’
    ‘I’m sorry,’ she stumbled. ‘I thought you were relaxed.’
    He pouted. ‘Having my nuts attacked every waking hour isn’t my idea of relaxation.’
    She wondered if he found it weird, the whole ex-best-friends thing. She should try to be more sensitive. ‘OK. Let’s just chill, then. You don’t have to leave.’
    ‘I do,’ he said dejectedly, ‘I need some me time. Everyone wants a piece of Scotty Valentine, don’t they? Why can’t people just leave me alone?’
    Kristin swallowed her dismay. It was the pressures of his work. Fraternity had been gigging flat out and Scotty was exhausted. So what if she was desperate to consummate their affair? Love was patience. Fifteen years they had known each other; what was a little longer?
    ‘D’you know what it’s like living my life?’ he bewailed. ‘All the expectation, it’s bringing me down. How am I supposed to meet it?’
    ‘You’re not.’ She touched his face, turning it towards her. He’d gone salmon-pink. Kristin understood he was ashamed and it was self-defence that made him lash out. When would he realise he didn’t need to pretend with her? She worshipped him no matter what; without the band, without the ten million Twitter followers, just