She didn’t budge. “You do, don’t you?” Her tone was sickeningly casual, like she was asking if I liked vanilla ice cream. “It’s the way you say his name. All soft and breathy. ‘Caleb said this. Caleb helped me carry the bucket. Caleb brought me mangoes.’ Girl, please.”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. My face was so hot I could’ve fried an egg on it.
“You can’t lie to me, Luna,” she went on. “I used to get wet just hearing my crush sharpen a pencil in class. Don’t look at me like that. I once came in my sleep from dreaming about a guy’s forearms. Just forearms. I was wild at your age.”
“Oh my God.”
“I had a routine, babe. Two pillows. A towel. Candles if the power wasn’t out. I called it my full moon ride.”
“STOP!”
“Why? You think I came out the womb holy? I was a menace. I once
