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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

I walked off the last step, and, shocked by how deep it had suddenly gotten, lost my footing. I slipped. I slipped and . . . suddenly I was underwater again. Instant panic. I looked up, waiting for a hand to push me back down as I came up for air, but it didn’t. Instead, two hands cupped my face. Lips on my lips and then Jake was kissing me. I grabbed him as he kissed me underwater and then air filled my lungs. I could breathe. Jake was air, and with him, I could do the impossible. I could breathe underwater. We floated up to the surface together. He looked so good like this. Wet hair, water trickling down his face, lit by the soft, warm light from the candles. He pulled me closer. I felt weightless, as light as a feather, and I wrapped my legs around him. He walked deeper into the water with me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laughed as he jumped us up and down, the water splashing around us. I felt like we were jumping on an invisible trampoline in space. No gravity. Nothing to hold us down. Nothing to keep us from flying and floating together right up into the stars and beyond.

And then he stopped. He looked me in the eye like he’d never looked at me before. He looked at me as if I were everything. As if I were the only thing that existed on this planet. Maybe even the entire universe. And when he kissed me again, we didn’t stop until we climbed out and make our way to his bedroom.

54

Thembi had warned me it would be quick. Disappointing. Not like you see in the movies. But as I lay there in the morning, tangled up in his arms, the light streaming through his window, it had been anything but disappointing. It wasn’t good because we’d been having sex—that was almost irrelevant. It had been good because I’d never felt closer or more connected to anyone in my life before. We spent the day in bed, talking, laughing, and, well, yes, I was no longer a virgin . . . twice. But this also made it so much harder to say good-bye to him that evening, knowing that in a few days’ time, we would be saying good-bye for a very long time. He walked me to the front door and opened it reluctantly.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet. I want to spend some time with Zac. I want to do something really special with him, to say good-bye. I just don’t know what yet.”

“That would be nice. Let me know what you decide, I also want to spend some time with you.”