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anything…”
     
    “How old are you? You aren’t like, fourteen, are you?”
     
    I laughed softly, running my fingers over his abs.
     
    “No, no, no… I’m nineteen, don’t worry. How old are you?” My eyes searched his for some clue. His eyes, his face—they could be anywhere from twenty-five to I don’t know what.
     
    “Twenty-nine,” he answered, as if distracted.
     
    “How did you get these scars?” I asked, tracing my fingers over the tiny circular scars along his chest.
     
    I already know, of course—they had to be bullets.
     
    “A shoot out. A couple years ago. I took a shotgun blast to the chest.”
     
    “And you survived?”
     
    “Turns out, it’s real hard to kill me,” Crow said with a grin. “Check this one out…”
     
    He turned over, lying half on his stomach, half on his side. There was a deep, ugly stab over his lower back.
     
    “Right in the kidney. Didn’t even faze me. I threw the bastard through a window, took his bike, and pawned it the next day on my way to the hospital.”
     
    My mouth dropped open.
     
    “You’re kidding.”
     
    “Nah,” Crow said, still smiling, shaking his head. “I just can’t be killed. That’s the only conclusion I can come to.”
     
    I laughed softly and snuggled my face into his chest, inhaling his scent… His strong manly scent, something like… I couldn’t place it. A combination of sweat, whiskey, and tobacco maybe?
     
    We lay there for maybe twenty minutes, just breathing, not talking, not looking at one another, as if the silence spoke volumes. Finally, Crow stood and began to dress.
     
    “Where will you go now?” I asked, pulling the blanket from my bed around me, to cover my nakedness.
     
    “I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “North, maybe. To Oregon. I know a guy who deals up in Portland. I think I could hide out there pretty easily for a few months.”
     
    “Will you come back?”
     
    “Here?”
     
    “Maybe.”
     
    “Oh.”
     
    I looked down, disappointed. As he tightened the belt on his pants, Crow lifted my chin up with two fingers, looking me in the eye.
     
    “Buck up, kid. I’m not the kind of guy you want. A nice girl like you needs a nice guy.”
     
    “I’ve never had much luck with nice guys. Everyone thought my uncle was a nice guy too.”
     
    Crow glanced back at me, a sad look on his face. Then, hardness replaced the sadness. His lip curled.
     
    “What was your uncle’s name?”
     
    “He’s dead. Don’t worry.”
     
    “Good. Because if he weren’t already…”
     
    Crow shrugged. I could only imagine what he would do to him. It made me tremble; it made me scared, but all in a good way. All in a way that made me melt inside and want to wrap myself around him and keep him from going.
     
    “Can’t I make you something to eat before you go?”
     
    Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn’t this.
     
    “I’m okay—“
     
    But his stomach growled, cutting him off. I grinned.
     
    “You might be okay but I don’t think this guy is—“ I said, poking his belly. Still naked, I led him into the kitchen and sat him down at the table. I got out some pasta and some sauce. I browned some ground beef in a skillet, tossed some spices on it, and mixed it in with the pasta and sauce once everything was cooked.
     
    Finally, I finished it off with some cheap dried parmesan cheese. It wasn’t exactly a gourmet meal but it would be filling.
     
    Crow set upon it with a voracious, single-minded hunger. I had meant the meal to be for both of us but he had clearly misunderstood because as soon as I put the bowl in front of him, he dug in, gobbling it up as if he hadn’t eaten for days.
     
    Of course, every boy I’ve ever known has had a huge appetite, so maybe that’s just how all boys are…
     
    “Damn, that was incredible. You’re a great cook,” Crow said with a sigh five minutes later as he sat back, having devoured two huge portions of pasta. I could only giggle. I