So, what do you say, get rid of the wolf time?â
âMaybe,â Pete said, though he still didnât sound excited at the idea. âBut I still have to find a girl whoâd like me.â
âWell, that shouldnât be hard,â I said, and hoped I wasnât lying.
A knock sounded at the door, and I almost fell off the couch.
Oh crap. Had the enforcers returned?
âPete?â a womanâs voice called from outside.
âOh!â Pete said, looking at me. âI forgot to tell her you were coming home tonight.â
âWho?â
âDawn,â Pete said. âShe comes over sometimes at night, to talk. She usually brings dessert.â He licked his lips and glanced longingly at the door.
Dawn. I looked around the room. Memory welled up as sudden and sharp as if summoned by the Fey.
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Dawn closed the door to the mother-in-law cottage and turned on the boom box radio that sat on a shelf between empty flowerpots. Tina Turnerâs âWhatâs Love Got to Do With Itâ filled the room.
âUh,â I said. âUm.â I was smooth like that at age fourteen.
âItâs just a dare,â Dawn said, pushing her glasses up. Sheâd put multicolored bands all along the side frames that matched the ones in her cornrows. âYou donât have to get all weird about it.â
âMort dared you to make out with anyone in the circle,â I said. âI think he wanted you to pick him.â
âYeah, well, your brotherâs stupid. And if he says âChaka Dawn, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Dawnâ one more time, Iâll beat him stupider. So, you going to kiss me or what?â
âReally?â I glanced to the door and back to Dawn. âI thought, uh, you just wanted to pretend to kiss or whatever.â I glanced down at her body. I couldnât help it, my eyes just did what they wanted sometimes.
She grabbed my hand and placed it on her âFrankie Says Relaxâ T-shirtâover her breast. Holy hand grenade. My hand was on her breast!
âSee,â she said. âTheyâre just boobs, not magic or anything. You donât have to get all stupid around them.â Her words came out fast, even for her, and her hand on my wrist trembled lightly.
She stepped in close to me, looked into my eyes. I could feel the heat of her this close, could smell coconut, and bubblegum, could hear my own heartbeat.
I kissed her.
Her lips were soft. I expected them to be soft, but not soft like this, warm and melting. Her tongue touched mine, and I tried to match its movements, to follow its rhythm as it moved in and out, a feeling like hunger rising with each thrust.
I found myself shaking now, trembling as if my muscles were exhausted.
Dawn pulled away, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to find hers staring into me. Waiting. Wary.
âUh,â I said.
She stepped back, and punched me in the arm. âDonât go all stupid on me. It was just a kiss. Itâs not like youâre my boyfriend now or anything.â
She turned and rushed out of the shed, leaving me flushed and confused.
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Another knock on Peteâs door broke the memory trance. I blinked. Was such vivid memory an aftereffect of exile?
Dawnâs familiar voice called out, âPete, are you awake?â She had the kind of voice youâd expect on a twelve-year-old girl if sheâd been smoking for half those yearsâsoft and sweet sounding, but with a scratchy edge.
âYes,â Pete said. âJust a minute.â He looked at me, and whispered, âYou want me to tell her to go home?â He didnât sound too happy at the thought.
âNo! Let her in.â I definitely wanted to see her, to catch up with her.
And an idea occurred to me: Perhaps it wouldnât be so hard to find Pete a date after all. Or at least a practice date.
Pete grinned, bounced out