I huffed. “Okay, fine. The first time. Tell me about it.” I wanted to know, had he thought of me when it happened? “First time…” He looked between us, and then motioned to his erection, still standing tall. “You mean sex?” I nodded. “Her name was Harper. She was majoring in archeology. I met her at the university library, where she was working.” “Are you guys the same age? Did you date? How long did you wait?” I wanted to ask so much more, but I held back. I knew I had no right to know these things, yet I felt like I did in a way. Kansas wasn’t Harper’s. He was mine.
