Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

took over the sand. The sunset was fiery behind their
backs.
“I was worried about you. After the game yesterday
and everything . . .” His eyes told her he meant it.
She nodded. “I don’t always play well.”
“But you’ve got a spectacular talent, Bridget. You
must know that. You know that everybody thinks you’re
a star.”
Bridget liked compliments as well as the next person,
but she didn’t need this one. She knew how she was.
He dug into the sand. He smoothed the walls of the
hole he’d made. “I was worried that what happened
between us . . . I was worried that you were hurt by it.
Maybe more than I understood at the time.”
She nodded again.
“You haven’t had much experience with guys, have
you?” he asked. His voice was gentle. There was nothing
demanding. He was trying to help.
She nodded again.
“Oh. I wish I’d known that.”
“I didn’t tell you. How could you know?”
He widened the hole in the sand. Then he filled it in
again. “You know, Bridget, when I first met you, you
were so confident and so . . . sexy with me. I thought you
were older than you are. I know better now. You haven’t
done very much. You’re a young sixteen.”
“I’m fifteen.”
He groaned. “Don’t tell me that.”
“Sorry. Just being honest,” she said.
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