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“No. Really.” I stop her before she says something I can’t unhear. “We’re going to an actual bowling alley.”
“Oh.” Disappointment washes the smile from her lips. “Have fun I guess. Don’t forget—”
“Okay, love you, bye!” I disconnect the call before she can remind me about the condoms again.
“Why’d you do that?” Nicole can’t stop laughing.
“You know why.” I skewer her with a look. “I swear, she’s more interested in me losing my virginity than I am. It’s almost as if she gets another shot at it through me, or something.”
“That’s probably what it is.” Nicole grabs her keys as we walk out the door. “She’s being nostalgic. How many decades has it been since your mom got laid for the first time? Hell, how long has it been since the last time?”
“Stop!” I hurry down the stairs, fleeing from the images her comment conjures. “That’s the absolute last thing I want to think about tonight. Ugh.”
Her loud cackle follows me down the stairs. “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not,” I grumble.
“Nope, I’m really not.”
“Ooooh, where are you two going all dressed up?” Lola chimes from the sectional where she and five or six other sisters share a huge plate of nachos while watching the latest episode of Love Island.
Nicole eyes me with a grin. “Bowling.”
“Is that code for something?” Casey—the only other Delta Sig sister who might be as shy as me—asks around a mouthful of greasy chips.
“I wish,” I mutter under my breath.
“You’re bowling? In those?” Susie eyes my borrowed red stilettos from behind her thick horn-rimmed glasses.
“It’s a long story.” I sigh.
“Sorry, Suze, no time to talk. We’re gonna be late!”
“We expect a full report when you get back!” Lola barks.
“Oh, we’ll definitely fill you in when we get back.” Nicole laughs at what I can only imagine is my horrified expression as she herds me toward the mudroom and out the back door.
I’m already dreading that inevitable debrief later tonight.
Nicole’s still laughing as we climb into her shiny red coupe. Then she cranks up the radio and pulls away from Delta Sig house.
We barely make it five blocks before my phone dings with an incoming message from Mom. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I click the attachment.
Top Seven Hot Buttons on His Body and How to Find Them
Nervous laughter bubbles out of me. “I don’t know whether to thank her or disown her.”
“What is it?”
“A diagram of the seven most erogenous zones on a man’s body.”
“Lemme see!” Nicole cranes her neck and reads over my shoulder. “Number four’s a good one.”
“Eyes on the road!”
Nicole faces forward. “Send that to me, will you?”
“Just drive.” I laugh, wondering what I’m supposed to do if I find number four.
