I’ll write the address for you. Oh, and bring your favorite records. We all like to dance,’ only it was my insides that were dancing and I’d hav... to get used to that feeling for many years to come. I know I was talking way too fast for him to understand anything, but he seemed to be taking it all in. He was still smiling at me and I couldn’t have been any more excited about him wanting to attend the party. I was going to be eighteen the very next day and I skipped all the way home from school. “Get on with it, Logan,” his father said. “Stop playing around.” I was placid putty in his hands and he knew it. I loved that he gave me a little private speech, a delectable, yet sadly true message, just between us. It did the opposite of what he might have intended and chased every speck of my shame away. I was hotter than ever and dripping like a leaky faucet. He left a tugging bite on my earlobe, pulled up and away from me and stepped off the couch. His shoes clacked toward the back of. “Kate is going to hate you.”Amanda’s was genuinely mortified as she spun to face me. “Why do you say that?”“Because she’s going to feel ugly and inadequate when she sees you in that dress.”“Omigod, babe. Please don’t say that! Should I change?”It was both a blessing and a curse for a woman to be so beautiful. Yet Amanda’s humility was endearing. Along with her intelligence, wry sense of humor, and overall charm, it easily outshined her physical attributes, which was why I loved her so. She looked a million dollars. There was a lot of laughter and flirting and I couldn’t help noticing that her & Steve were paying a lot of attention to each other.At closing time, we jumped in a taxi back to mine. I had to rush to the toilet, leaving Steve & Sarah. When I came back downstairs, what a sight greeted me! My girlfriend was sitting on my best mates lap, they were kissing passionately. Steve was squeezing one of Sarah’s boobs through her top. I watched the scene through a drunken haze.