about fellows; and most of ’em that I’ve known re n’t your kind. How old are you?” “Twenty-one in a couple of months.” “I ’m twenty and lots wiser about some things m you are. I’ve been crazy about you—I guess
- m kinda yet—and I know that you thought you
re in love with me. I wanted you to have hold me all the time. That’s all that mattered. It s—was your body, Hugh. You ’re sweet and
- , and I respect you, but I’m not the kid for
1 to run around with. I’m too fast. I woke up ly this morning, and I’ve done a lot of thinking
- e. You know what we came near doing last
ht? Well, that’s all we want each other for.
- ’re not in love.”
phrase from the bull sessions rushed into
igh’s mind. “You mean—sex attraction?” he led in some embarrassment. He felt weak and id. He seemed to be listening to Cynthia in a lam. Nothing was real—and everything was a e sad. Yes, that’s it—and, oh, Hugh, somehow I don’t nt that with you. We ’re not the same kind at I used to think that when I got your letters, netimes I hardly understood them, but I d close
- eyes and see you so strong and blond and clean,
- I’d imagine you were holding me tight and
( then I was happy. I guess I did kinda love L but we’ve spoiled it.” She wanted des-
