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herself, she had no idea which memory she would
dig up from the recesses of her brain. Compared to these people,
her sex life had been tame.
    However, she was looking forward to hearing
Blue Eyes’ story.
    Packers Cap finally finished with something
about a hot dog, a football, and a multipurpose foam cheesehead.
The counselor looked ill. Stilettos was snickering. Old Lady had
probably fallen asleep the moment her turn had finished, and Blue
Eyes—
    —was looking at her. Seeing him reminded her
perfectly of why she’d come back here. A lump formed in her throat,
and she looked down.
    God, was she actually being coy?
    She scowled into her lap.
    That was better.
    As a second stunned silence lingered in the
room, she resisted the urge to say, ‘Hey, you know you’re sick when
you shock the other sick people.’
    The counselor shook his head sadly at
Packers Cap. “That must have been terrible,” he said in a voice
that dripped thoughtless compassion.
    “Yeah,” Packers Cap said with a dirty smile.
“Terrible.”
    “Now,” the counselor said, eyes still glazed
but focusing on the guy who had recently taken over Leah’s entire
brain without a shot being fired. “How about you?”
    His body language was relaxed, but his blue
eyes showed a different story. They looked a bit uncertain, which
Leah hoped was in reaction to the stories being told and not
because he couldn’t decide which of his torrid affairs to reveal to
the group.
    “Can you come back to me?” he asked.
    The counselor gave him a kind smile and
nodded. “Of course.” He fixed his eyes on Leah next, and she
mentally groaned. “When did you realize that your sexual behavior
was unhealthy?”
    She crossed her arms and glared so fiercely
that the counselor actually looked a bit taken aback.
    “I haven’t and it isn’t,” she said.
    Stilettos snorted. “Then why are you
here?”
    Because she had poor
judgment . Out
loud, she said, “Bad luck. I slept with someone who robbed my
apartment, and then got blackmailed into coming here by my
roommate. She’s the one who thinks I have a problem. She’s
wrong.”
    Blue Eyes was giving her a look that she
couldn’t figure out beyond the fluff that filled her head every
time she looked at him. His expression might have been almost like
… hope? Weird.
    The counselor, on the other hand, gave a
disapproving cluck of his tongue but didn’t press her further.
    Leah settled back into her chair and
listened vaguely to Stilettos recount her leopard print and
steel-toed booted voyages into the world of genital friction. But
it was Blue Eyes who maintained Leah’s attention. He was wearing a
pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Just a perfectly ordinary pair of
jeans and a totally standard black T-shirt. But the way he wore
them, the way they molded to his muscles in just the right places,
neither too tight nor too loose, made Leah’s knee caps melt. Under
those clothes was surely the most beautiful body. Anything else
would be false marketing.
    But she also wanted the chance to talk to
him again. For the first time that she could remember, she was
looking forward to learning more about a guy.
    Usually, faces and conversations were pretty
irrelevant to her. It was bodies that mattered, anonymous bodies
that let you share quick and mutual pleasure and didn’t ask
anything else of you. At least that was how it had worked in Leah’s
world since discovering sex and the ability to be close to someone
without sacrificing herself in the process.
    Blue Eyes was different.
After her talk with Helena, Leah had wondered if she was falling
for him. However, after thinking about it all week, she had decided
she was wrong. She had no time for such neediness, such hearts and
flowers crap. But she couldn’t deny the warmth in her stomach when
she looked at him . Part of it was lust.
The rest of it was something else, something born from that first
meeting and that first tense exchange between them.
    And now the object of Leah’s