Despite her reputation, Lance knew for a fact that Amanda hadn’t lost her virginity until sixteen. Early, definitely, but not as young as… oh, say… he had misplaced his own. People gossiped over the years, but they didn’t know. Lance did.

It had, after all, been his doing.

At the time, it hadn’t really been a concern of his. Her experience or lack thereof hadn’t mattered. The possible ramifications on her reputation and their friendship hadn’t crossed his mind. In fact, all that had registered were her lips intentionally brushing his ear as she suggestively breathed, “I’m not wearing underwear.”