“I still can’t believe,” says Max, observing me, “that idiot boyfriend of yours told you he couldn’t go without getting laid all summer.” Ginny snorts. “Right, like you could? You wouldn’t even make it a week.” “I could for the right girl, Gin Gin,” he purrs. “Why don’t you dump that tool you’re dating and find out?” She rolls her eyes. “Please.” “Oh, what’s that?” asks Max, holding a hand to his ear. “Did you fail to write me into your 10-year plan? I think you might have forgotten the following bullet point: ‘sexual awakening that occurs once I suspect my high school boyfriend sucks in
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