Not that I was paying so much attention to the plot or anything other than Carson’s warm fingers interlaced with mine, but other people were actually groaning out loud. Next to us, Frankie and Margo were the only ones who didn’t seem to notice. Maybe because their eyes were closed the whole time. “You want to go back to Frankie’s after?” Carson whispered to me, while the idiots on screen were running away from yet another fireball, machine guns in hand. “His parents are away.” I shrugged. I am just as happy to mess around as the next person, with the possible exception of Frankie and Margo, because, my goodness. And I thought I was a nympho. “We don’t have to,” Carson said. “If you don’t want to.” “Okay,” I said. He kissed the hair right over my ear. I so love that. It made my skin tingle, all the way down to my knees. “Okay yes or okay no?” At the end of the movie, we headed out to the car. Margo said she had to go to the bathroom and asked if I wanted to come.
