Chapter 16: Can We Court?While I like guys—you have to if you want to sleep with them and stuff, or it just doesn’t work—they make me nervous. Especially the cute ones. I feel like a little girl with a crush on her teacher. I can’t speak properly. I say the dumbest things.
“So you’re not dead,” I said.
“Dead?”
“You didn’t call.”
“I didn’t call? Here I was thinking you didn’t call.”
“So do you need to borrow an egg or something?”
“Wiley Cantrell,” he said, shaking his head back and forth. “I need you to kiss me.”
“Shake the sugar tree?”
“If that’s what you call it.”
“Now?”
“Not with your child in the other room watching us.”
“Is he watching us?”
“He’s pretending not to.”
“He does that, yeah.”
“So…?”
I laughed. From embarrassment, relief, anxiety…I could not explain why, but i
