“Wanna draw me again?”
Savannah turned. She had never seen Tucker’s naked body. Even when she blew him in her car, every time Tucker checked, she’d had her eyes closed. Everything they did at her house was under the covers and they always got up to dress in pitch darkness. She may have touched him all over, at least the front part of him, but she’d never seen it all at once. She looked away though, and Tucker covered himself again. He grabbed a can and popped the top, his fifth beer so far that night. Savannah passed on a third, only partway through her second. She took a chocolate from the heart-shaped box Tucker had given her instead. They hadn’t done it yet. Tucker had touched her for the first time. He’d fingered her some, but he’d stopped when she said it hurt.
“You can try again la
