Chapter 88: Winnifred

"Did you have sex with Luke?" "Why is that your first question, Cearra?" I asked her on the phone while I dragged my duffel bag up the stairs. Luke had just dropped me off at home and I was already on the phone with Cearra. "Why isn't it yours?" her voice blared out through my headphones, "If a romantic weekend by the lake isn't enough for you to do some healthy banging, then I don't know what is." "Healthy?" "Everyone's got to clean their pipes. If I were you, I wouldn't even need that cabin. I'd do it in a bush for Luke f*cking-but-you-haven't-f*cked-him-yet Dawson." We had a hot shower together, but it didn't lead to a home run. "I am so scarred by this conversation," I said. Luke and I have not been dating for that long. The peer pressure was starting to mount. No, I haven't slept with him. Yes, I like him. Yes, we are dating and getting to know each other better, but... I'm. Not