She wiped her face with the napkin. “You want to see it?”
“No! I don’t want to see your tattoo.”
Zooey smiled broadly—this was just like Harper. “But the tattoo and the scene stuff I do isn’t really important, what is…is that Andie had that kind of power over me. I’ve realized that last summer was more than fun and games. Everything about that scene was real; you know what I mean? Like we were playing with good and evil? The primitive forces of nature.”
“Oh, don’t start down that road, Zooey,” Harper pulled back, voice laced with judgment. “I don’t need this primitive forces of natures s**t…it was s*x…”
“What? Uncomfortable for you?”
“Not at all,” she lied. “If that’s what last summer did for you, fine, but you know it was always more your thing than mine, anyway. You started it. I wa
