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  1. Big Boned
  2. CONTENTS
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. 22
  26. 23
  27. 24
  28. 25
  29. 26
  30. 27
  31. 28
  32. 29
  33. 30
  34. 31
  35. 32
  36. 33
  37. 34
  38. 35
  39. 36
  40. 37
  41. 38
  42. 39
  43. 40
  44. 41
  45. 42
  46. 43
  47. 44
  48. 45
  49. 46
  50. 47
  51. 48
  52. 49
  53. 50
  54. 51
  55. 52
  56. 53
  57. 54
  58. 55
  59. One Month Later
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Author
  62. Copyright
  63. About the Publisher
  64. Backad 1
  65. Backad 2
  66. Backad 3
  67. Backad 4

And there were quiet moments too. These were the moments I think I treasured the most. The ones where we didn’t say a word to each other. The ones where we didn’t need to. Where staring into each other’s eyes was enough to communicate everything we both thought and felt until we both felt we needed to communicate it in a different way.

JAKE: My parents are going away with Lisa this weekend, I told them I have to stay for a water polo thing so . . .

JAKE: Want to come over?

JAKE: Pack a toothbrush

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I arrived at his house with my bag packed. I’d told my mom I was spending the night at Thembi’s house, but here I was, standing by his front door, and although no words had been said, although we’d never spoken about the thing out loud, we both knew it was going to happen. Tonight. It had to. I was leaving in a few days and there had been something building between us. Getting stronger and stronger—this kind of unspoken thing that we were slowly moving toward that we could both feel. Vicki and I had spoken about it too. We’d spoken about the idea that sexuality was nothing to be afraid of or to run away from. That, when you’re ready, it can be a very important and beautiful way of expressing love.

“Hi.” He smiled. It was coy and cute, and I swear, he blushed.

“Hey.” Equally coy and blushy and fluttery. He pulled my overnight bag from my shoulder, like a real gentleman, and we walked to his bedroom.

“Wow. It’s tidy,” I said, looking around.

He shrugged, clearly trying to be casual about the whole thing, but it was anything but casual. Tidying his room was big. Tidying his room meant he’d done it for me, because he knew I was staying in his room. In his bed.

The sun was just starting to set by the time I’d arrived, and I caught the last of it through his bedroom window as it took its final bright, orange bow at the horizon and then totally disappeared. Jake came and stood next to me as I watched the sky turn a kaleidoscope of colors. He didn’t say a word; instead he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Taking in his smell. Soapy with hints of hair gel and a woody-smelling cologne. It was the best smell ever. It had, over the few months, become my favorite smell in the entire universe. I found it hard to imagine anything smelling this damn good. He planted a small kiss on my neck and I giggled.

“Ticklish,” I said, flinching.

“That’s so damn cute.” He kissed me again and I laughed even louder, trying to pull away.