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as if I’d invaded his privacy, even though he was the one with my photos. This was his private place. He was allowed to think what he wanted in the privacy of his own mind, wasn’t he? I shouldn’t have looked in the envelope. It was his, not mine, even if the photos in it were of me.
    I stood up.
    “Don’t leave,” he said. “Not yet.”
    “Grant,” I said. “I’m not upset. It was harmless, a few photos. It’s understandable, I suppose, given the circumstances of our life back then.”
    I felt awful for being so hypocritical. I mean, I’d basically done the same thing he’d done. I’d taught myself how to masturbate, inspired entirely by him. But there was no way in hell I was going to admit that to him.
    “We should get back to the wedding,” I said. “They’ll notice we’re not there.”
    “They’ll survive without us,” he said. “Please don’t leave yet, Lacey.”
    I looked at him. I knew him better than anyone else in the world. Apart from my father, I’d spent more of my life with Grant than with anyone. But as I stood there next to him, I realized just how rarely it was that he ever asked me for anything.
    “All right,” I said. “I’ll stay a little longer.”
    “Thank you,” he said.
    He looked thoughtful, like he was remembering something.
    “I know this is awkward,” he said, “but you have to admit, I had pretty good taste in girls.”
    I laughed, more out of relief that he’d lightened the mood, than at the humor. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “I could have had pictures of anyone up here. I could have had Playboy, or pinups of nude girls, or even straight up porn.”
    “But you chose me?”
    “Damn right, I did.”
    I smiled. “Well, we did spend a lot of time together back then.”
    “I wish we could have spent more time together.”
    “Yeah,” I laughed, “and ten dollars says I can guess what you’d have liked to be doing.”
    He laughed.
    The awkwardness had left. It gave me the confidence to ask a serious question. I cleared my throat. “I always thought you’d have gone for one of the popular girls. The hot crowd.”
    “You were the hot girl, Lacey.”
    “No I wasn’t. What about the cheerleaders? That whole group?”
    “You’ve always been out of their league,” he said.
    “Come on.”
    He looked genuinely shocked. “Are you kidding me, Lacey? Those girls couldn’t hold a candle to you. Every guy in the valley knows that. They still can’t hold a candle to you.”
    “You’re just being nice because you feel bad.”
    “Screw that,” he said. “You were the most beautiful girl in the valley, and you’re even more beautiful now than you were then.”
    I looked at him but looked away quickly. It was like all my best dreams, and all my worst nightmares, were coming true at once.
    I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to climb down that ladder and pretend nothing had happened, that I’d never seen the photos. I could take it as the complement it was, but it could never go any further than that. The next time I found myself awake in my bed, alone, fantasizing about Grant, I could picture him pleasuring himself over my prom photo, but that was it. I had to climb down that ladder and never look back. Some fruits are forbidden for a reason.
    “You look very beautiful in that dress,” he said.
    I looked down at myself. I was exactly the same fit as my mother, and I must have looked just as she had on her wedding day. It brought tears to my eyes to think of it.
    “It’s my mother’s,” I said.
    He nodded. “I know, Lacey.”

Chapter 6
    Grant
    I COULDN’T LET HER LEAVE. I don’t know what had come over me, I don’t know what I was thinking, but one thing was certain, I had to keep her up there with me. If I let her slip through my fingers now, I’d never have another chance like it.
    I’d forgotten about the photos, but now that she’d found them, I figured it must have been fate. God wanted her to find those pictures. That’s