Page 52 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“Hey!” I tore the hand towel off the oven door. “I don’t have skank on me.”

“Is that right?” Atlee snickered.

I wiped my face clean and lifted my chin. “That’s right.”

When I gave him a dirty look, Atlee held up his hands and laughed. “Okay, okay, I’ll apologize. But only if you share.”

His eyes dropped to the open bag in my hand as I hugged it tightly to my chest.

“Come on,” he held his hand out. “Sharing is caring.”

That might be his motto, but it was not mine.

To prove that point, I scooped a handful out of the bag, looked him dead in the eye, and stuffed them in my mouth. After which I went about chewing and chomping as loudly as I could. I even threw in a few mm’s and ah’s.

Anyone else would’ve rolled their eyes at my chocolate smacks and ignored me. But not Atlee. No. If anything he seemed amused by my antics. His whiskey eyes lit right up as a wide grin spread across his face.

“Are you this loud with everything you eat?”

I stopped chewing and eyed him. What did he mean by that? Did he know?

“What did Gio tell you?”

My mouthful of chocolate should’ve made my words hard to understand, but apparently not. Atlee’s eyes lit right up.

“What should he have told me?”

In all my life, I’d never had trouble eating. Food was one of my favorite things, but the mouthful I swallowed was so heavy I could feel it move down my throat.

“Nothing,” I coughed.

“Uh huh? Why don’t I believe you?”

At least Gio didn’t go around telling everyone what happened. Not sure how that made me feel? Weren’t guys supposed to brag about this stuff? Gio didn’t even tell his closest friends. Did that mean that I was bad at it? Did I care?

“Stop looking at me like that.” I said, turning my anger towards Atlee.

He snickered and held his hands up, “Maybe I just like a girl with a healthy appetite.”

I bet he did.

“Sexual appetites don’t count.”

“Trust me, they do.” He tilted his head. “Don’t worry, you’ll find out.”

How the hell did he know what I’d find out?

“Maybe I already know.” I placed the bag on the counter and began wiping down the counter.

“I hate to tell you this,” he leaned in to whisper, “But virgins don’t know shit.”

Showed how much he knew. “I’ve had boyfriends.”

“Not that you’ve done anything with.”

“Yes, I have.” I walked down the playground aisle when I was seven with… someone. All I could remember about him was that he had great snacks. I’d also kissed a few guys, and I got to watch Cindy swallow Simon’s dick. None of which included what happened with Gio, which was also something that would go in the never talked about vault.

“I have plenty of experience.”

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