I coughed, nearly choking on a piece of diced bacon. “No. No sex. Not that there is anything wrong with sex on the first date,” I hastily advised, because seriously, I saw nothing wrong with that. It just wasn’t how I moved since that seemed fast and I was like a three-legged turtle when it came to relationships. “He did try to kiss me.”

“Try?” Teresa’s brow creased.

Reaching for my glass of Coke, I shrugged a shoulder. “I turned my head when he leaned down. I didn’t mean to. I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Oh,” Avery said, sounding disappointed.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She cut off a piece of steak.

I took a drink and then placed the cup down. “That didn’t sound like nothing.”

“I think it was more of a ‘if you want to be kissed by someone you don’t turn your head from them’ kind of thing,” Teresa explained.

“I want to be kissed by him!” I exclaimed, and then flushed when the snowy-haired woman across from us looked over at me. “I do. It’s just . . . I don’t have a lot of experience.”

Teresa’s eyes widened like blue saucers. “Are you—?”

“No. I’m not a virgin,” I said, shifting uncomfortably. “I’ve only been in one relationship.”

“That guy was a dick,” Avery said.

“Yeah, I know that, but there wasn’t anyone before that? After him?” Teresa asked.

I shook my head. “It’s not easy for me . . .” I trailed off as I scooped up a huge piece of omelet. What was I about to say to them? That it wasn’t easy because I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the way I looked?

God, that sounded lame when you said it out loud. Hell, I hadn’t been exactly comfortable before everything. Would they truly understand that? Teresa and Avery were very pretty women, beautiful in their own ways.

“I just suck at the whole dating thing,” I continued. “I have really bad taste in guys. I mean, I’m not saying Grady is bad. It’s just that . . . I don’t know what I’m saying. Please ignore me.”

Teresa glanced over at Avery and then leaned forward as far as her belly would allow, which wasn’t far at all. “We all sucked at dating. Especially Avery.”

“True,” she said happily, slicing off another section of meat. “There are times when I look back, I’m still shocked that Cam and I got together. I was . . . well, I was totally closed off to the idea of dating anyone. He was just determined to change that.”

She leaned against the seat, her hand going back to her belly. “You know, I don’t think I ever told you this, but the guy I dated all the way back in high school was a real dickhead. He hit me.”

I nearly dropped my fork. She hadn’t told me that. “I didn’t know.”