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ever drink or eat anything from that little nasty girl. It’s semen. And swallowing it will give you throat cancer and make your tonsils fall out.”
    I believed her. The idea of getting cancer or having my tonsils fall out scared me to death. And even though I know better now, I still think putting my mouth on a boy’s thing is gross. And it’s definitely something I’m not interested in ever doing.
    â€œAnd you ain’t lettin’ anyone smash so dat makes you nun-like. You pure.”
    â€œOhmygod! Is that your nice way of calling me corny?”
    He laughs again. “Nah, nah. You a good girl, that’s all. Don’t let anyone change dat. On some real ish, ya innocence is mad sexy, yo.”
    I smile. He reaches down into his nightstand drawer and pulls out a bottle of Hennessey and two plastic cups. “You want some?”
    I shake my head. He laughs again, opening the bottle, then filling his cup halfway.
    â€œWhat’s so funny?” I ask, feeling myself becoming slightly annoyed. I’m not sure if he’s laughing at me or not. All I know is I don’t like it.
    He smirks. “Like I said, you a good girl.”
    Feeling curious about the drink, almost dared if you will—even if it’s only my imagination—I reach for Blaze’s cup and take one small sip. As soon as it hits my tongue, my face twists into a grimace and my eyes water. Just the small drop of brown liquid sends a trail of fire down my throat and into my belly. For a moment, I think I’m going to die.
    Blaze laughs. “See. You ain’t ready.”
    I roll my watering eyes, determined not to be deterred from taking another sip. I place the cup up to my lips again, and this time I take a bigger sip. I swallow. And the wet heat instantly sweeps through my body, causing me to feel an unexpected tingle all over that rushes to my head.
    I hand Blaze back his cup. He grins, then takes a large gulp of his drink. He takes the bottle and pours himself some more.
    â€œAre you sure you should be drinking?” I ask him, trying to maintain my composure. Trying not to let the simmering heat and pleasure coursing through my veins overcome me. “I mean, you still need to take me home.”
    â€œOh, I’m good. I got you. I’m not tryna get twisted, babe. I drink and drive responsibly.”
    He drinks and drives responsibly? I frown. How in the heck is that being responsible? He isn’t twenty-one, so I guess he failed to get the memo on underage drinking. I decide against reminding him of that important detail.
    â€œI’m sure you do. I just would like you to be even more responsible before you get behind the wheel. I want to get home in one piece.” I glance at my watch. It’s seven fifteen. I reach for my buzzing phone. It’s a text from my mother wanting to know how things are going and around what time I think we’ll be home.
    I text her back. Tell her what Jordan told me. W E SHLD B HOME BY 10. WE’RE STOPPING TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT
    Ok, sweetheart. See you then. Be safe & enjoy
    I swallow, slipping my phone down into my front pocket.
    â€œYo, you pretty,” Blaze says, reaching over and stroking my cheek. “You mad sexy, you know that?”
    I blush, shrugging. “Not really. I mean. I know I’m not butt-ugly.”
    He chuckles. “Nah, you def not dat. You pretty in da face, small in da waist ’n’ dem hips mad thick, yo. I’m feelin’ you, real spit, ma.”
    My nerves start to get the best of me. I start to second-guess myself for coming over here, thinking maybe I’ve made a mistake. But then a little voice in my head tells me to relax. Reminds me that it’s the summer. School is out. To have a little fun. And that’s what I want to do.
    I take a deep breath. “Umm, I like you, too.” I think.
    â€œThat’s wassup.” He stands up and removes his shirt. Then his wife-beater