“No. If it were no big deal, you’d be all over that rock star out there. I have a boyfriend, but Arnie makes me want to not have one … for just one night.”

“When…” I bit the end of my thumbnail “…when did you have sex for the first time?”

“A week before my seventeenth birthday. Tate Hoover. Remember him?”

“You had sex with Tate Hoover? The kid who rarely talked and played trombone?”

“Yes.” She shrugged. “He was nice. And had strong lips from all the trombone playing. Also, his rhythm was perfection.”

I covered my mouth and snorted. “Oh my gosh.”

Christina smirked. “So … you haven’t had sex. What have you done? I know you’ve kissed a guy. Maybe two, yeah?”

I nodded slowly. “And uh … recently I had a date, a couple of dates with someone. Not Arnie. And we did some stuff.”

She lifted a perfectly drawn eyebrow. “Elaborate on stuff.”

My cheeks felt warm just thinking about it. “We kissed … a lot. And I … well …”

“Oh my god, just spill. Did he go down on you?”

I shook my head.

“Did you give him head?”

Another head shake.

“Did he finger you?”

My lips twisted.

She grinned. “So he’s had his hand in your panties?”

I nodded. I liked the yes and no questions best.

“Have you seen his cock?”

Biting my lower lip, I shook my head.

“Touched it?”

Head shake.

“Hand up your shirt?”

Nod.

“Mouth on your breasts?”

Nod.

“Has he made you orgasm?”

Nod.

“Oh … then you’re close. You’re basically going through all the motions. Just do it. I don’t really think you get extra points from God for being a virgin.”

I rolled my eyes. “I disagree.”

“You’ve been brainwashed for three years. Of course you disagree.”

“I haven’t been brainwashed.”

She shot me a look, a look like she didn’t believe me or couldn’t believe I really believed it either.

“How’s your mom? I heard that’s why you’re in Denver.”

“I don’t know. I’ve spent less than three days with her. She’s out in California doing some training. She comes back at the end of the week.”

“So you’ve been living alone?”

“Well, sort of. She rents the basement of Fisher’s house. So I’m in the basement alone, but he lives on the main floor.”

“Living with your sexy boss, huh? Rough life. Too bad he has a girlfriend. And he’s a little old for you.”

I took the chance to mess with my hair in the mirror. “You think ten years older is too old? I mean … I’m just asking because I know people who are married who have ten or more years between them.”