So which one of those guys was your first kiss?” “I told you that?” “Yup. You said your first kiss was a boy at the beach when you were thirteen.” “Oh.” I looked up at his face in the moonlight, and he was still smiling. “Guess.” Immediately he said, “The older one, Conrad.” “Why’d you guess him?” He shrugged. “Just a feeling, the way he looks at you.” “He hardly looks at me at all,” I told him. “And you’re wrong, Sextus. It was Jeremiah.”
