Interlude
"I hope you're not too disappointed," I said, getting into it myself.
Rex just smiled and continued looking at the road. I supposed that he was considering a line about how I could make it up to him, but decided it was perhaps too forward at this point. It occurred to me that I had never even touched him.
I studied his face for a moment. In his glasses he reminded me of the usual nerdly guys I had known in my high school math and science classes, buried in pages of dense equations or tapping out interminable screenfulls of code under a florescent lamp. Yet he was beautiful to me, with his bright eyes and his playful smile. I looked at his masculine hand casually holding the steering wheel, and looked down at his thighs, his knees in his faded jeans. I was tempted to reach over and stroke his leg with my fingers. It seemed like it might be appropriate -- even welcome -- given the unspoken plans for the evening. Yet I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"It's funny the list of people we all had to lie to to get out tonight," said Jake out of the blue.
"Some of whom we wouldn't have had to lie to if they'd mind their own business," I said. I still wasn't ready to forgive Janie.
"The trials of having a Christlike roommate, huh?" asked Rex.
"On my way out she tried to get me to give her Aunt Julie's phone number. I'm sure if I'd given it to her she'd have made up an excuse to call so she could check and see if we were really there."
"Aunt Julie's cool," said Amy. "She's Mormon, but she would totally cover for us."
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