She must have it bad for this Brian kid. “What did you do this afternoon?” I ask lightly, hoping he’ll get flustered. “Well, ah.” He shuffles uncomfortably and replies, “Sky and I had a rousing conversation on the way over here.” “I bet.” I slide to the middle seat so my bare thigh touches his jeans. “What about?” Rhett turns the table on me. “We talked about sex and, more specifically, how to prepare for such things.” My face flushes red despite my best wishes otherwise. He continues casually, “I learned, for example, that your mom put you on birth control at fourteen because she was afraid you would, and I quote directly here, ‘profane Jesus and all the angels in heaven by shamelessly advertising the fact that you have had intercourse.’” Sky slams on the breaks in shock that he’d admit this to me. Exasperated, I exclaim, “I cannot believe you told him that story!
What do You think about Love In The Time Of Cynicism?
