Chapter 2
Jacob and Wendy settled into their theater seats later that evening, row three, right on the aisle. She smelled like some sort of powder, flowery and delicate. He immediately wanted to put his face close to it, beginning at her throat, and then down, down, down her body. The best way to forget about Rory, he figured, was to make love to Wendy. He’d wanted to a while, but she always played coy, stopping his hand from slipping under her bra or too far up her leg, a trick he liked to try right there where they now sat. The last movie they’d seen together was boring as hell. He’d spent more time trying to get beneath her skirt than he had focusing attention on the plot. What made Wendy think he’d ever be able to sit through The Aristocats, a silly animated musical for kids, he’d nev
