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“I
shouldn’t have.” He popped his head back up to give his friend a
curious lift of his brow. “I can’t believe you’re actually yelling
at me for kissing a girl.”
    “Getting kissed by a girl,” Finn
corrected.
    “Semantics. And anyway, I wouldn’t have done
anything else.” Possibly a lie. “The counselor walked in on us and
sent us home separately. I felt like I was getting caught by my dad
or something.”
    Finn had flipped his sketchbook open again
and was paging through it. “You like her?”
    That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t
it? He decided to be honest.
    “Aye,” he mumbled, more to
hear his own admission than for Finn’s benefit. He covered his face
and groaned. “Aye, I do. Something about her just gets under my
skin.” She was complicated and irreverent and beyond gorgeous. He
wanted to know her. To peel back her many guarded layers and really know her. He slid
his hand down his face to scratch at his jaw. He sounded like a
lovestruck teenager. “Promise to murder me in my sleep after this,
would you?”
    “That bad, huh?”
    Unfortunately, yes, and he hadn’t realized
it until this moment.
    “You should come out with me this weekend,”
Finn said. “Maybe I can find a pretty guy for you.”
    Will laughed. “I don’t think we have the
same taste.”
    “You’re just thinking about it wrong. See,
from my angle, I’ve got a much larger dating pool to pick from than
you do.”
    On account of Finn being bisexual, Will
supposed this was true. During their freshman year, he had returned
to their shared dorm to find Finn in bed making out with his
then-boyfriend. It had been a shocking way to discover his
roommate’s sexuality, and he had freaked out a bit. But only in the
sense that it had surprised him.
    “And yet you pick the one girl who hates
you,” Will said with a pointed look at Finn’s sketchbook.
    Finn groaned. He closed his sketchbook,
abandoning it completely as he pushed to his feet. “Want a beer?”
he asked.
    “Hell, yes.”
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    “And since then, I’ve had a new appreciation
for tinfoil.”
    Old Lady stopped talking, and a stunned
silence fell. Leah’s teeth clacked painfully as she snapped her jaw
shut. Her mind filled with disturbing images of tinfoil and a
turkey baster.
    The counselor had asked everyone to recount
their most degrading sexual experience, presumably in an attempt to
remind them why they attended the meetings and to perhaps motivate
them toward recovery. She was pretty sure it was because of what he
had witnessed between her and Blue Eyes last week.
    At least that must have been the theory. In
practice, all it meant was that she was receiving an education in
deviance that surpassed even her own experience.
    How would the counselor have felt having
planned today’s session only to find one of the people who’d
inspired it hadn’t returned? Well, she would never know because
here she was.
    And she still couldn’t believe herself. For
months, she had been counting down the weeks until she would be
free of these pointless meetings, and yet, after fulfilling her
promise to Helena, here she was again. By choice.
    When she left the
apartment earlier, she’d had every intention of going to the
library to catch up on her poetry assignments. Instead, she had
somehow found her way back to this stuffy room, unable to resist
the compulsive desire to see him again.
    “W-why don’t you go next,” the flustered
counselor said to Packers Cap.
    Packers Cap rubbed his hands together
gleefully. The counselor gave him a weary look, but gestured for
him to begin anyway.
    “So I was at this football game, right? And
there’s this woman sitting right in front of me, body completely
painted green with a gold string bikini and a wedge of cheese on
her head that said, ‘Eat me.’” His smile transformed into a
leer.
    What had Leah been thinking coming back
here?
    She tuned him out. She would need a shower
after this. As for