Like Casper the sexy virgin ghost?” Dean nodded. After weeks of Dean bailing on parties to walk alone on the beach, Keaton had dragged his ass to lunch at a place called The Grill. Several rounds of beer in it became apparent that his friend also wanted an explanation for his odd-ass behavior. “I stepped away for literally less than a minute. When I came back, I couldn’t find her anywhere. And I looked, man. That’s what I’ve been doing. Looking. She’s nowhere to be found. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I imagined the whole fucking thing.” Keaton took a long drink of his draft beer. “That’s seriously fucked up, man. And you’re sure she was a virgin?” Dean gave his friend a pointed look. He’d felt the barrier break, been flooded with her heat the moment he pushed past it. That definitely wasn’t something he imagined. “I’m just saying, it’s nuts.
