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did what I had to do to get him. Like withholding sex was just a ploy to keep him interested. It wasn’t, and it wasn’t a test either. If he had asked me take the step sooner, I probably would have. The fact he respected me enough to hold out until the wedding only made me love him more.
    “Wow. He sounds awesome.”
    He was. When he used to listen to me.
    I pushed away the nagging voice in my mind because I knew better. He still listened, and he was still the same guy who waited for me. Lately, he’d just chosen to pretend he didn’t hear me.
    “Awesome guys do still exist,” I said. “Finding them… well, that’s the hard part.”

Chapter 6 – She Sounds Absolutely Tedious, Darling
     
    I stayed with Kayla for a while after our talk. We changed the serious tone by painting each other’s nails and listening to music. When I left, her mood was way more positive, and I told Jesse we’d talked things through without telling him what had happened. Ew. A brother did not need to know that about his sister.
    Talking to Kayla about how Jude waited for me did nothing to ease my confusion. In fact, the conversation made me wonder what I’d missed out on. It’s not normal to only have been with one man my whole life, right? Aren’t people supposed to experiment? I thought there was actually some kind of law that girls in college must hook up with each other just to find out what it’s like. Not that I went to college. Or ever had any desire to kiss a girl. But what about other men? Sex with Jude was great… really great. But compared to what? I mean, what if I fancied trying something different in the bedroom? Leah and Radleigh had been through the Kama Sutra several times, and probably invented their own positions, too. Jude wasn’t very adventurous. Actually, neither was I. I didn’t even know if I wanted to be. The idea of not finding out was as scary as the idea of a lifetime spent rotting away, surrounded by piles of shoes and clothes I didn’t need.
     
    I went straight back home to keep working on my plan to prove to Jude how serious I was about make-up. The last thing left on my list of things to do was decide what sort of job I wanted.
    Thankfully, Freya came to my rescue a few days later. One of her friends worked as a make-up artist for a photographer in downtown L.A, and they offered to let me hang out with them for a day to see how things worked.
    I would happily have given Freya a frenchy for setting it up for me but, you know, Will wouldn’t let me.
    Since Jude had basically decided to treat my enthusiasm for all things make-up like a passing fad and refused to discuss it in any detail, I’d spent more time talking to Leah, Freya and Jesse. Not all at once, obviously. The three of them were super supportive, even Jesse who had absolutely no interest in which colours were hot at the moment.
    On the day of my “work experience,” I thought I might explode with excitement. I think I scared Tanya, my “mentor” with my eagerness to get started. The downtown studio of Nick and Tanya Sawyer was pretty small, but well equipped with huge cameras and those umbrella things. I never understood what they were for.
    Tanya’s make-up room was a dream. Boxes and boxes were lined up on the counters. I got light-headed with glee when I noticed a palette of eye shadow open on the side.
    So many colours.
    Tanya grinned. “I still get excited about this stuff and I’ve been doing this for four years.”
    “God, I would kill to have a make-up collection like this!”
    “It’s not cheap but it definitely pays to work with the best. Nick wants the people he photographs to look incredible. I’d feel like a phony if I plastered them in cheap stuff.”
    I nodded. I only used the best myself but I didn’t want to sound like some rich bitch who looked down on people who had a smaller budget. I remembered when I could barely afford toothpaste, much less a decent eyeliner.
    “So, how do you decide what kind of