"Hey, I get you, that boy is smokin'. I couldn't look away from those biceps, and now I'm so wet. Damn him!"
Kimberly laughed. "Yeah, he's hella cute, but I wasn't thinking about him—at least not at this moment."
They giggled again.
"Well, I know that face; we all have it. It's the 'thinking-about-a-guy' face."
"Um... kind of," Kimberly mumbled, sorting it out in her head. "Yeah, I guess I was—thinking about a guy."
"Name?"
"Matthew."
"Oh, you incest slut!"
"No!" Kimberly laughed at Amber's pretense of shock. "Not in that way!"
"Oh, okay," Amber said, feigning relief. "Though if you were, I couldn't really blame you. Your brother makes Rob look like a consolation prize."
Puzzlement creased Kimberly's forehead. "What do you mean?"
Her cousin smirked while giving her long blonde h
