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“I’ll take an iced coffee,” Keisha told the man behind the counter. “And an Italian soda.”
“What flavor?” he asked.
Keisha looked at Hope. “What’s your favorite?”
“Strawberry,” she said with a demure smile.
“That’s what it’ll be then,” she said to the man, who busied himself farther down the counter. “Where are you playing soccer at?”
“A block over,” Hope said. “In the park.” She accepted a cardboard drink carrier from an employee. “You could come watch me.”
“I’d love that,” Keisha replied, “but I have plans.”
“Some other time?”
“Yeah,” she said, putting on bedroom eyes. “See you around.”
Hope blushed again and practically did a little skip on her way out the door. Keisha shook her head. Was she really going to do this to herself again so soon? She honestly wasn’t sure. But she was already looking forward to school starting again. Just to see what happened.
CHAPTER 20
April, 21st, 1993
Ricky very slowly changed into his gym uniform, folding and placing each item of clothing in his locker with ridiculous care. He mentally ranked Batman’s rogues gallery while doing so to keep himself under control. Mr. Freeze was his personal favorite, followed by the Riddler. And of course the Joker had to be in the top three. The Penguin was supposed to be important too, although he preferred—
A locker door slammed shut behind him, leaving only the burble of distant voices in its wake. Ricky turned around and saw a hunky guy in a tight-fitting T-shirt and shorts, his beefy arms crossed over an impressive chest as he leaned against the locker and scowled at him.
“What are you lookin’ at?” Diego grumbled.
“Nothing!” Ricky squeaked, getting into the act. “I don’t want any trouble, okay?”
“Too bad.” Diego sauntered over to him. “You’ve got trouble. Over two hundred pounds of it.”
“Wow, that sounds like a lot!” Ricky breathed.
“Uh-huh.” Diego placed a palm against the locker behind him, and leaned close. “So what are you gonna do with it all?”
“Whatever you want!” Rick said, tilting his chin up while hoping for a kiss.
Diego didn’t disappoint. Thick lips pressed against his before a tongue slid inside, Ricky accepting it hungrily. Spring break had been veryverygood for them. He officially had permission to see Diego again, and they’d enjoyed an entire week with minimal distractions. The pager was a godsend. Even though it had interrupted them a few times, but that was fine. All they’d needed to do was find a phone and reassure his parents that he was safe and sober. Who needed drugs anyway when you were high on love?
“Whatever I want, huh?” Diego said, pulling back.
“Yes!” Ricky assured him with an eager nod.
“Good.” Diego’s cinnamon eyes were smoldering. “I want a piece of that sweet ass.”
They had inched closer to going further over the break, which helped eased Ricky’s concerns, because when messing around that way, Diego was actually doing something to him. So their romantic encounters didn’t feel as one-sided. And even though it was just foreplay, getting touched by him so intimately was hot hot hot!
“Have you even done it in your car?” Ricky asked.
Diego grinned at the idea. “Not yet.” He glanced down at himself. “Although I don’t think I can wait. Let’s lock ourselves in a bathroom stall.”
“No way!” Ricky said with a titter. “I’m not that kind of girl!”
“Not yet, but I’ll wear you down.”
“You wear me out!” Ricky said, pushing against his chest so he’d back off, because he had lost control of himself and the bell was going to ring at any moment. Mr. Freeze, the Riddler, uhhh…
