“Do you want to know what I want to do or what we need to do?”

“Is there a difference.”

“Kinda.”

“Tell me.”

“What I want to do doesn’t need words. What we need to do needs very much words. We need to talk about it. If we pull this through, how are we gonna deal with it at school? How sure are you about yourself? You have been so confused and now all of the sudden it has struck you?”

“So you don’t think I’m over her.”

“Well, forgive me if I think you’re not over someone who seems to have meant a lot to you and who you have mourned about for so long. Is it that weird that I can’t believe you’re over her from the one day to the other?”

“I guess we do need to talk.”

“Let’s take a seat.”

Tina guided me to the living room and asked me if I wanted something to drink.

“Is there any chance I could get a beer?”

“As I was expecting Shane to stay I have tons of beer.”

“Good,” I smiled. She went to the kitchen and I couldn’t help myself, I had to check her out. Her ass was moving in a very seductive way and I just loved the way she walked. When she came back a couple of minutes later I didn’t pretend not to look at her.

She was smiling her Kennard smile at me, causing my heart to beat so heavily it seemed to be in a competition. Her tight tee-shirt made her breasts come out. She had lowered her pants, so I had a good sight at her hips and a bit of her stomach. It aroused me very much and she damn well knew it. I wanted to jump on her immediately, but I knew she was right. We did need to talk.

“So, tell me. Fiona.”

I looked the other way. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this. I looked at her again and she was waiting patiently for me. She knew this wasn’t easy.

Fuck Fiona, Porter. You’ve got an amazing girl that looks freaking hot in front of you, what are you thinking? You’re not gonna let Fiona screw this part of your life up, too.