“Yours is caused by perpetual sexual frustration. Mine is caused by jealousy. We are not the same.” I snicker, spinning her again before answering. “Okay…I was sixteen. We were at a party. And I only did it because all my friends already had.” “That’s a horrible reason,” she chides. My one shoulder raises in a non-committal shrug. “I was a stupid kid. I didn’t know any better.”
