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sounds of Wesley’s stereo, which had been playing some piano rock I didn’t recognize, faded away as
     my sense of touch heightened.
    I was fully conscious of Wesley’s hand as it slid up my torso and moved to cup my breast. With an effort, I pushed him away
     from me. His eyes were wide as he leaned back. “Please don’t slap me again,” he said.
    “Shut up.”
    I could have stopped there. I could have stood up and left the room. I could have let that kiss be the end of it. But I didn’t.
     The mind-numbing sensation I got from kissing him was so euphoric—such a high—that I couldn’t stand to give it up that fast.
     I might have hated Wesley Rush, but he held the key to my escape, and at that moment I wanted him…. I
needed
him.
    Without speaking, without hesitating, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it onto Wesley’s bedroom floor. He didn’t
     have a chance to say anything before I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him onto his back. A second later, I was straddling
     him and we were kissing again. His fingers undid the clasp on my bra, and it joined my shirt on the floor.
    I didn’t care. I didn’t feel self-conscious or shy. I mean, he already knew I was the Duff, and it wasn’t like I had to impress
     him.
    I unbuttoned his shirt as he pulled the alligator clip from my hair and let the auburn waves fall around us. Casey had been
     right. Wesley had a great body. The skin pulled tight over hissculpted chest, and my hands drifted down his muscular arms with amazement.
    His lips moved to my neck, giving me a moment to breathe. I could only smell his cologne this close to him. As his mouth traveled
     down my shoulder, a thought pushed through the exhilaration. I wondered why he hadn’t shoved me—Duffy—away in disgust.
    Then again, I realized, Wesley wasn’t known for
rejecting
girls. And
I
was the one who should have been disgusted.
    But his mouth pressed into mine again, and that tiny, fleeting thought died. Acting on instinct, I pulled on Wesley’s lower
     lip with my teeth, and he moaned quietly. His hands moved over my ribs, sending chills up my spine. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated
     bliss.
    Only once, as Wesley flipped me onto my back, did I seriously consider stopping. He looked down at me, and his skilled hand
     grasped the zipper on my jeans. My dormant brain stirred, and I asked myself if things had gone too far. I thought about pushing
     him away, ending it right where we were. But why would I stop now? What did I stand to lose? Yet what could I possibly gain?
     How would I feel about this in an hour… or sooner?
    Before I could come up with any answers, Wesley had my jeans and underwear off. He pulled a condom from his pocket (okay,
     now that I’m thinking about it, who keeps condoms in their pockets? Wallet, yes, but
pocket?
Pretty presumptuous, don’t you think?), and then his pants were on the floor, too. All of a sudden, we were having sex, and
     my thoughts were muted again.

8
    I was only fourteen when I lost my virginity to Jake Gaither. He’d recently turned eighteen, and I knew perfectly well that
     he was too old for me. Still, as a freshman in high school, I just wanted a boyfriend. I wanted to be liked and to fit in,
     and Jake was a senior with a car. At the time, I thought of that as perfection.
    In the three months we were together, Jake never took me out on a real date. Once or twice, we made out in the back of a dark
     movie theater, but we never went out to dinner or bowling or anything like that. We spent most of our time sneaking around
     so that our parents and his sister, who later became one of my best friends, wouldn’t find out about us. I actually found
     that part, the secrecy, fun and sexy. It was like a forbidden romance—like
Romeo and Juliet,
which I’d read in English class that semester.
    We slept together several times, and while I really didn’t enjoy the actual sex, the sensation of closeness, of connection,felt comforting to me.