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this hot, player guy who doesn’t apologize for enjoying women. I mean, if I noticed that about you when I was twelve, it was obvious . Sex is natural. It’s what our bodies do . I like that you are who you are.”
    I didn’t respond, didn’t know what to say. She liked the thing about me that every other woman wanted to tame, but I wasn’t sure I liked that this was her primary impression of who I was .
    “Chloe said you asked them to take me bra shopping.”
    I looked up to catch her eyes as they flickered away from my mouth.
    Her smirk curled into a playful smile. “How thoughtful, Will. So nice of you to think about my boobs.”
    I bent to take a bite of my sandwich, murmuring, “We don’t need to discuss that conversation. Max already gave me an appropriate amount of shit.”
    “You’re a mysterious man, Player Will.” She lifted the menu, skimming the choices before putting it back down. “But, fine. I’ll change the subject. What should we talk about?”
    I swallowed, watching her. I couldn’t imagine this wildyoung thing with the intense and poised combination of Chloe and Sara. “Whatever you ladies talked about today,” I suggested.
    “Well, Sara and I had a fun conversation about what it feels like to be almost revirginized after not having sex for so long.”
    I almost choked, coughing loudly. “Wow. That’s . . . I don’t even know what that is.”
    She watched me, amused. “Seriously though. I’m sure it’s not like that for guys. But for girls, after a while, you’re like . . . does the virginity grow back? Is it like moss over a cave?”
    “That is a disgusting image.”
    Ignoring me, she sat up straighter, excited now. “Actually this is perfect. You’re a scientist so you’ll totally appreciate this theory I recently developed.”
    I pressed back farther into my chair. “You just ended with a moss over a cave analogy. Honestly, I’m a little scared.”
    “Don’t be. So, you know how a girl’s virginity is considered kind of sacred?”
    I laughed. “Yes, I’ve heard of this concept.”
    She scratched her head, her freckled nose wrinkling a little. “My theory is this: Cavemen are making a comeback. Everyone wants to read about the guy who ties the girl up, or gets all violently jealous if—God forbid—she wears something sexy outside the bedroom. Women supposedly like that, right? Well, I think the new fad is going to be revirginization.They’ll want their man to feel like he’s their first. And can you imagine how women will do this?”
    I watched her eyes grow increasingly excited as she waited for me to attempt an answer. Something about her sincerity, her earnest consideration of this topic tightened an invisible band beneath my ribs. “Um, with lies? Women always assume we can read braille with our cocks. What’s that about? I honestly probably wouldn’t know a girl was a virgin unless she—”
    “With surgery first, probably. Let’s call it ‘hymen restoration.’ ”
    Dropping my food, I groaned. “Jesus Christ, Ziggs. I’m eating brisket. Can you just hold off on the hymen talk for like—”
    “And then”—she drummed her hands on the table, building suspense—“everyone is waiting to see what stem cells can do for us. But spinal cord injury, Parkinson’s . . . I don’t think that’s where they’ll start. You know what I think the big splash will be?”
    “Edge of my seat,” I deadpanned.
    “I bet it will be a restoration of the maidenhead.”
    I coughed again, loudly. “Dear God. ‘Maidenhead’?”
    “You said no ‘hymen,’ so—but am I right?”
    Before I could answer and tell her the theory was actually pretty good, she barreled on. “Stupid amounts of money are spent on this kind of thing. Viagra for boners. Four hundred different shapes of fake boobs. Which filler feels the mostnatural? It’s a man’s world, Will. Women won’t stop to think that you’re putting actively growing cells in their vagina . Next year,