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I could imagine what all the kids I knew, even Joey, would say about the way I felt about McLeod. But here, lying beside him on the rock, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything. Everything else, everybody else, seemed far away, unimportant.
“I like you a lot,” I said.
There was something beating in his hand or mine, I couldn’t tell which. I wanted to touch him. Moving the arm that had been across my eyes I reached over and touched his side. The hot skin was tight over his ribs. I knew then that I’d never been close to anyone in my life, not like that. And I wanted to get closer.