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watch the soccer with your old man, figured you girls had some talking to do.” He
smiled that melting smile.
    “Ease up on the ‘old man’ talk,”
my father quipped from the couch.
    Mia jumped up and took my hand.
“We’ll leave you men to it,” she said.
    I could tell Dad and Ryan were pretty
pleased with the company. Dad was ordering pizzas and taking topping
suggestions from Lucas and Ryan as Mia led me back into my bedroom and closed
the door.
    “Right,” she said, taking charge.
“You’ve been locked in your room for three days, you haven’t shown up at the
cafe for your shifts, you haven’t answered my texts and you skipped your
lecture today. Alice, we need to talk.”
    I sighed, because she was right.
    “I’m your best friend,” she
reminded me.
    “I know but you’re busy with Lucas
now...”
    “Wash your mouth out!” she
exclaimed. I don’t know where Mia got these sayings from but she had a
collection of good oldies in her vocabulary. She continued, “I’m never too busy
for us, never! Now sit.”
    I sat on the edge of the bed and
she sat next to me and took my hand. We both dropped back on the bed and looked
at the ceiling. I had plastic stars stuck to the ceiling and if it was night,
some of them still glowed.
    “Tell me everything,” she said,
drawing a deep breath in anticipation of the load I was going to put on her.
    I ran through it all. She
commented every now and then. “Good... dangerous, you shouldn’t have got on
that bike... well that was gentlemanly... was Valentina nice? What’s his house
like?”
    I filled her in. Then I told her
the worse part. Since that night in Tomás’s bed I hadn’t heard a word from him...
three days now. Clearly he didn’t want to work that hard to woo a virgin.
    We sat in silence for a short
while as Mia processed it all. I had already regurgitated it in my mind five
million times, now, make that five million and one.
    “Maybe he just wants to play the
field and respects you too much to take your virginity in his stride,” Mia
suggested.
    “Take it, take it, I’m begging for
him to take it,” I whined pathetically. “I don’t care if he is rough; if the
super gorgeous Tomás Carrera can take my virginity I’ll live with rough, hell
I’ll live with not being able to sit for a week.”
    “You don’t mean that,” Mia said.
    “Yeah, I do,” I said, turning
side-on to face her. I didn’t say it out loud but I wanted to see that huge
mass in his boxer-briefs and feel what it would be like to have it inside me. I
wanted to orgasm and open my eyes to see Tomás’s dark chocolate eyes looking at
me and if it was just the one night, then I’d live with that too.
    But there was more, I was in
denial pretending it never happened but it did, I had sent another text… I
swallowed and looked to Mia. “I texted him that I wanted him to be the one to
take it. Can you believe I did that the morning after I left his house? I am
beyond mortified.”
    “Oh no,” Mia whispered.
    “I know.” I bit my bottom lip.
    “Right, but you didn’t say the
virgin word in the text?” Mia asked.
    I sat up, grabbed my phone and
thumbed to the text. I shook my head. “I said that I wanted him to be the one
to take me.”
    Mia breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well that’s okay,” she said, and sat upright next to me.
    “Is it?” I turned back around to
look at her.
    “Sure. If anyone sees that text or
he tells, you can say you wanted him to be the one to take you to the college
graduation ball, or take you for your first spin on a motorbike or...”
     “I guess so.” I felt a small wave
of relief. “I’m an idiot on so many levels.”
    She rubbed my arm. “You’re not
Ali. You’ve just fallen in... smitten.”
    I looked at her. “Do people fall
in smitten? Who still says smitten?”
    Mia started to laugh and I joined
in and then I cried. “How many days?” I sniffed, trying to remember the
break-up or heartbreak pattern.
    “Usually