The sobs began again.

Jack pulled her into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around her. “Hell of a birthday,” he said.

“Tell me about it.”

She snuggled close, liking how strong and muscular he felt. He smelled good, too. If only he were desperately in love with her, the moment would be perfect.

But that was not meant to be. Instead of declaring undying devotion and ripping off both their clothes or even kissing her, he shifted back so they weren’t even touching.

“Meri, you’re in a tough place right now. You don’t fit in here and you sure don’t fit in with kids your own age.”

She wanted to protest she was almost his age-there were only four years between them-and she fit with him just fine. But Jack was the kind of guy who had dozens of women lining up to be with him. Pretty, skinny girls she really, really hated.

“But you’re going to get through this and then life is going to be a whole lot better.”

“I don’t think so. Freakishness doesn’t just go away.”

He reached out and touched her cheek. “I have high hopes for you.”

“What if you’re wrong? What if I do die a virgin?”

He chuckled. “You won’t. I promise.”

“Cheap talk.”

“It’s what I’m good at.”

He leaned toward her, and before she knew what he was going to do, he kissed her. On the mouth!

She barely registered the soft, warm pressure of his lips on hers and then the kiss was over.

“No!” She spoke without thinking and grabbed the front of his sweatshirt. “Jack, no. Please. I want you to be my first time.”

She’d never seen a man move so fast. One second he was on her bed, the next he was standing by the door to her dorm room.

Shame and humiliation swept through her. She would have given a hundred IQ points to call those words back. Heat burned her cheeks until she knew she would be marked by the embarrassment forever.