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“Are you sure?” Henry goads. He grabs my knees. His hands slide up my legs;
his thumbs tease my inner thighs. I’m mere seconds from ordering an Uber to take
us back to the room.

“I’m really good at doing the front.” Plan my funeral because I’m dead.

“I’m sure.” The girls boo disappointedly. “Okay.”

Henry pats my shoulders and kisses me on the cheek. Heat lingers on my cheek

long after his lips are gone. He rubs some sunblock on his chest and abs; I’m sad
and relieved he doesn’t ask me to do his front. A girl can only take so much. I can’t
quite place my intentions. I’m not sure if I would have enjoyed rubbing him or
thoroughly embarrassed myself by jumping him in public. He kicks off his flip
flops.

“I’m going for a run now.” He looks at the girls. “Ladies.” And waves at the
guys as he jogs off in the opposite direction.