He was so tense I wanted to toss him into Lila’s yoga class until he turned into a jelly squid. “So Chaz and I’ve only hooked up a few times, not for sex. And anyway, everyone should have sex on their list if they’ve never done it before.” “Why?” “Because I don’t know anyone who isn’t afraid of fucking it up, you know?” I grinned and elbowed him a few times, but he shook his head, the same sort of petrified look on his face. “Come on, Kyle. That’s funny. Fuck up sex?” I laughed and knocked my knee on his thigh, refusing to let him ignore my hilarity. The moms pulled into the driveway between the house and the pottery shop in our boring, sensible gray Escort. Why couldn’t grocery shopping take them as long as it took me? “Wipe your mouth,” Kyle said under his breath. “What?” “Lipstick.” “Oh. Shit.” I rubbed it on the bottom of my tank, so when the moms came onto the porch, I was still wiping my lips, and Kyle was staring at my stomach. “Kyle.”
