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mountains。？

？I？m　your　friend；？　Nate　offered　quietly。

Georgie　rubbed　the　back　of　her　head　against　his　leg。　？I　know。？　She　laughed；　her　not…too…small

chest　jiggling　up　and　down　inside　her　tight　white　T…shirt。　？Want　to　bake　some　cookies？？

Nate　bed　a　lock　of　her　hair　up　into　the　air　with　his　fingers　and　then　let　it　fall；　strand　by　strand；

back　into　his　lap。　Blair　had　long　hair；　too；　but　it　wasn？t　as　straight　or　as　silky　as　Georgie？s。　It　was

funny　how　girls　could　all　be　so　different。　？Can　I　kiss　you？？　he　asked；　not　really　having　intended　to

sound　so　formal。

？Okay；？　Georgie　whispered。

Nate　bent　over　and　brushed　his　lips　against　the　bridge　of　her　nose；　her　chin；　and　finally　her　lips。

She　kissed　him　back　hungrily　and　then　pulled　away　and　sat　up　on　her　elbows。　？This　is　what　Jackie

calls　？feeding　your　craving。？　You？re　doing　something　that　feels　good　temporarily　instead

of　？healing　the　wounds。？

Nate　shrugged。　？Why　is　it　temporary？？　He　pointed　up　at　the　skylight；　which　was　pletely

smothered　in　snow。　？I？m　not　going　anywhere。？

Georgie　scooched　her　feet　up　under　her　and　stood　up。　She　disappeared　into　the　bathroom　and

Nate　could　hear　a　cabinet　door　open　and　the　sounds　of　pill　bottles　rattling　and　water　running。　Then

she　came　out；　brushing　her　teeth；　her　light　brown　eyes　all　lit　up　like　she？d　just　had　an　epiphany；　or

at　the　very　least　a　good　idea。　？There？s　an　old　carriage　up　in　the　attic。　We　can　go　up　and　sit　in　it；？

she　announced　with　her　mouth　full　of　toothpaste。　She　went　back　into　the　bathroom　to　spit　and　then

came　out　again；　holding　a　pale　hand　out　to　Nate。　？Are　you　ing？？

Nate　stood　up　and　took　her　hand。　His　body　was　humming　from　the　pot　and　the　intense

smoothness　of　Georgie？s　skin。　All　he　really　wanted　to　do　was　to　kiss　her　some　more。　？Can　I　？feed

my　craving？　when　we　get　up　there？？　he　asked；　feeling　very　stoned　indeed。

Georgie　cocked　a　thin　dark　eyebrow　at　him　and　licked　her　dark　red　lips。　？I　might　even　let

you　？heal　my　wounds。？？

Nate　grinned　his　lopsided　stoner　grin。　Who？d　known　rehab　psychobabble　could　be　such　a

turn…on！

our　bodies；　ourselves

？My　hand　is　getting　tired；？　Jenny　plained　to　Elise　after　she？d　painted　Elise？s　head　and

neck。　？I？ll　do　the　rest　tomorrow。？

？Let？s　see；？　Elise　said；　sitting　up。　Her　chest　was　so　small　Jenny　couldn？t　help　but　stare　at　it。　Her

breasts　were　like　the　little　new　potatoes　her　dad　had　grown　when　they？d　rented　a　house　in

Pennsylvania　one　summer。　Small；　hard；　and　beigey　pink。　？It　looks　good；？　Elise　said；　squinting　at

the　canvas。　？But　how　e　you　made　my　face　green？？

Jenny　hated　when　people　asked　her　questions　about　her　art。　She　didn？t　know　why　she　did　what

she　did；　she　just　did　it。　And　her　dad　always　said；　？The　artist　doesn？t　have　to　answer　to　anyone　but