“You can rest here,” Hugh said in a gentle voice, stopping in front of a big double bed. “It’s comfier than the tub.” Climbing onto the mattress, I rolled onto my back and settled into the familiar position, arms at my sides and legs open, waiting for this boy to do what Mark told me all boys did. Except he didn’t. Instead of taking off my clothes, Hugh covered me with a blanket and stepped away. Confused, I turned my head to watch him sit cross-legged in front of a stack of schoolbooks on his bedroom floor. Pulling up on my elbows, I peered down at him, not understanding any of this. Was I
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