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think I’m scared to make love to you?”
    I looked away from him. My heart pounded in my chest. This was going to an odd place, and fast, without me being sober enough to dissect it and take my time with each word.
    This is why I don’t drink around his ass. He always gets me caught up in conversation. He’s always discovering the truth about me whether I want him to know or not.
    “I’m tired.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Let’s go to sleep.”
    He held up one finger. “I’m not scared to fuck you—”
    “Jay, we were only joking.”
    “I’ve never been scared. I just didn’t think it would be smart to fuck the one person in my life who’s been like a sister to me. And worst-case scenario, sex with you could be complicated and result in my losing not just a sister, but a mother. Besides my grandparents, you and Mrs. Elaine are all I have in this world.”
    I shook my head. “Mom and I would always be there for you regardless and—”
    “I’m not scared.”
    I hit my head against the wall. “Fine, Jay. You’re not scared.”
    He planted his hands on the area of the wall above my face. He guided his tongue across his bottom lip. “I’ll be a gentleman tonight because you’re drunk, but trust me, if you weren’t and … ”
    My heart stopped. “And what?”
    “Never mind. We’ll just regret this conversation later and both feel strange … Maybe I am scared.” But he didn’t move, his gaze drifted to my chest as it rose and fell. My nipples hardened under his attention. My sex twisted into wet throbbing knots. “I’m not used to losing, Evie. But, for some reason I’ve always felt like, if I took it there with you, I would lose.”
    “Lose what?”
    “Lots of things.”
    I shook my head. “Are you sure you haven’t been drinking? You’re talking crazy. Besides, if you wanted me so bad, why didn’t you ever tell me after all these years?”
    “What? I’m always making it known that I’m attracted to you!” His voice got louder suddenly. Cynthia would be able to hear him. I doubted that would be good for either of us.
    “Shh. Keep your voice down.” I glanced around the hallway.
    “Every damn day, I tell you that you’re beautiful and that you have a hot body.  Practically every damn day. I’m always touching you.”
    “Which means nothing.”
    “When a guy touches a woman anywhere on her body, it doesn’t matter where, it could be her hand, arm, the curve of her neck, the center of her back, her hair, her damn ear, anywhere, but if he’s touching her that’s the first sign that he’s interested. My hands are all over you. How could you not know how crazy I am about you?”
    “Because you didn’t just say it.” My voice came out low and needy.
    “I said it with my hands!”
    “Your hands suck at communicating.”
    “Forget about it. Just so you understand, even though you probably won’t even remember this.” He leaned in to the side of my face and brushed his lips against my ear. “I’ve thought about us, since seventh grade. It’s the majority of the reason why I used to make up reasons to convince you to skinny dip with me. Did you really believe searching for oysters required no clothing?”
    “At thirteen it seemed plausible and … I did want to see you naked.”
    “And I’m constantly bumping into you. Nothing about me is clumsy, but when you’re around, I’m always falling into you and using my hands on your body to maintain balance. I’m always touching you, not because you’re my friend—”
    “Whatever. That’s just how you are.”
    “Only with you.”
    I sucked my teeth. “I don’t believe you.”
    He whispered into my ear, “I’m not scared.”
    “Fine.”
    “I’m not.”
    “I heard you.”
    “I’m not scared to lift you up right now, whip that skirt up, tear your panties apart, and kiss that sweet area between your thighs.”
    “Okay.” The word came out as a squeak.
    “I’m never scared to make love to you.