Surprisingly, Cooper chuckled at my comment about Jesse’s (and his) ex, “You always see right through me, Brit.”
He started walking in a way that implied I should follow. Frowning, I did.He wasn’t making much sense tonight.We went out onto the back porch.It was quieter out here; only the thrumming of the bass was audible.Cooper pulled out some cigarettes and lit his, offering me another.I took it, still wary.
He leaned against the porch railing, watching me. “What?” I asked, slightly rudely.
He smiled,”I was remembering something. Something I was thinking about earlier…”
“What?” I asked, careful to be more polite this time.
“About freshman year. New Years Eve, to be exact,” He smiled, looking up at the night sky, a look of pleasure on his face.
“Oh,” I muttered, “That.”
He paused, his eyes turning thoughtful, “It was my first time too, you know.”
I coughed on my cigarette, “What?” I asked, incredulous now.
He nodded, closing his eyes and leaning back casually.
So I had been his first. How odd.