feet. A few times when I was dating Seth, he picked me up to carry me to bed or something, and he always grunted and strained like he was carry ing a baby elephant. But Abe didn’t even break a sweat as he trotted across the parking lot with me in his arms, to deliver me to my car with perfectly dry shoes.
Of course, the crux of ev ery med school relationship is studying, and Abe and I are no exception. More nights than not are spent lying in Abe’s bed, textbooks in our laps, my legs crossed over his. Those are the times I like best.
Abe i s so attentive to me that I have to wonder how long he had been saving up all this romance. I want to ask him about other girls he’s been with, but I don’t want to seem jealous or nosy. It has to be done delicately.
“So, um,” I say, one day while we’re lying in bed together studying. “Do you usually date girls with blond hair?”
“Usually?” Abe laughs.
“Well, you know,” I say. “Compared with brunettes.”
“Um,” Abe says .
I raise my eyebrows at him. “Am I your first blonde?”
“You could say that, yes.”
Why is he being so evasive? He’s not playing fair. He already knows all about Seth, the only major significant relationship in my life besides a few silly high school boys.
“So… how many brunettes?”
“Brunettes?” He scratches his head.
Amazingly, I’ve grown to really love the color of his hair. It’s so red, it doesn’t seem like it could possibly be natural, but he assured me it is and the roots back up his story.
“I guess there haven’t been any brunettes either.”
“Redheads?”
Abe shakes his head.
I can’t think of any more hair colors.
“So, um, does that mean I’m your first girlfriend?”
“I guess so…” He lowers his eyes. “Is that really bad? You’re looking at me like it’s bad.”
“It’s not bad,” I say thoughtfully. “It’s just… unusual, that’s all. I mean, you’re almost twenty-three.”
“I suck around girls,” Abe admits, sitting up in bed. “If you hadn’t come to my room that night, I’d probably have spent the next four years pining after you.”
Something suddenly occurs to me.
“Wait, does that mean you’re still a virgin?”
Not to get all TMI, but our physical relationship has been proceeding at a snail’s pace. We kiss, of course. And on two occasions, Abe copped a very tentative feel before quickly yanking his hand away as if I might get offended. And that was it. I don’t mind going slow or anything… I feel like it would be too strange to jump from being physical with Seth to being physical with Abe.
But this is a bit too slow. Even for me.
But even though Abe seems so frightened of taking that next step, it had never occurred to me before that I might be his first. I just assumed that sooner or later, one way or another, every guy finds a way to have sex. Seth sure wasn’t a virgin when we started dating, and he was only eighteen. Neither was I.
Abe shifts uncomfortably, “Well, yeah… I am.”
“Really?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.
I’ve been with two other guys. One was Seth and one was a stupid high school relationship. I slept with my high school boyfriend on prom night because I didn’t want to be one of those losers that started college as a virgin. But now I feel like the town whore.
“Is it a big deal?” he asks anxiously.
“Of course not,” I assure him.
In college, my girlfriends always told me that a guy who’s never had a girlfriend is a major red flag, but I thought they were being silly. It doesn't matter that Abe never had a girlfriend before. It will just make our relationship all the more special to him.
As it turns out, I should have listened to them.
Chapter 14
I stare into the yellow, empty skull of their cadaver. We removed the brain days earlier and now I can see all the nerves projecting from the empty cranial cavity. I look back and forth from the lab manual to the cadaver, trying to match up the
Of course, the crux of ev ery med school relationship is studying, and Abe and I are no exception. More nights than not are spent lying in Abe’s bed, textbooks in our laps, my legs crossed over his. Those are the times I like best.
Abe i s so attentive to me that I have to wonder how long he had been saving up all this romance. I want to ask him about other girls he’s been with, but I don’t want to seem jealous or nosy. It has to be done delicately.
“So, um,” I say, one day while we’re lying in bed together studying. “Do you usually date girls with blond hair?”
“Usually?” Abe laughs.
“Well, you know,” I say. “Compared with brunettes.”
“Um,” Abe says .
I raise my eyebrows at him. “Am I your first blonde?”
“You could say that, yes.”
Why is he being so evasive? He’s not playing fair. He already knows all about Seth, the only major significant relationship in my life besides a few silly high school boys.
“So… how many brunettes?”
“Brunettes?” He scratches his head.
Amazingly, I’ve grown to really love the color of his hair. It’s so red, it doesn’t seem like it could possibly be natural, but he assured me it is and the roots back up his story.
“I guess there haven’t been any brunettes either.”
“Redheads?”
Abe shakes his head.
I can’t think of any more hair colors.
“So, um, does that mean I’m your first girlfriend?”
“I guess so…” He lowers his eyes. “Is that really bad? You’re looking at me like it’s bad.”
“It’s not bad,” I say thoughtfully. “It’s just… unusual, that’s all. I mean, you’re almost twenty-three.”
“I suck around girls,” Abe admits, sitting up in bed. “If you hadn’t come to my room that night, I’d probably have spent the next four years pining after you.”
Something suddenly occurs to me.
“Wait, does that mean you’re still a virgin?”
Not to get all TMI, but our physical relationship has been proceeding at a snail’s pace. We kiss, of course. And on two occasions, Abe copped a very tentative feel before quickly yanking his hand away as if I might get offended. And that was it. I don’t mind going slow or anything… I feel like it would be too strange to jump from being physical with Seth to being physical with Abe.
But this is a bit too slow. Even for me.
But even though Abe seems so frightened of taking that next step, it had never occurred to me before that I might be his first. I just assumed that sooner or later, one way or another, every guy finds a way to have sex. Seth sure wasn’t a virgin when we started dating, and he was only eighteen. Neither was I.
Abe shifts uncomfortably, “Well, yeah… I am.”
“Really?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.
I’ve been with two other guys. One was Seth and one was a stupid high school relationship. I slept with my high school boyfriend on prom night because I didn’t want to be one of those losers that started college as a virgin. But now I feel like the town whore.
“Is it a big deal?” he asks anxiously.
“Of course not,” I assure him.
In college, my girlfriends always told me that a guy who’s never had a girlfriend is a major red flag, but I thought they were being silly. It doesn't matter that Abe never had a girlfriend before. It will just make our relationship all the more special to him.
As it turns out, I should have listened to them.
Chapter 14
I stare into the yellow, empty skull of their cadaver. We removed the brain days earlier and now I can see all the nerves projecting from the empty cranial cavity. I look back and forth from the lab manual to the cadaver, trying to match up the
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