P—Jamie!” I called. He waded back toward me. “I’m starting to think my name is Pajamie.” “Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn’t deep.” “Pajerky?” He gave me a skeptical look. “That’s Pathetic.” “We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land.

You want to know what’s even more troublesome?” I scooted up. “Our real names rhyme.” He chuckled. “Yeah, they do. I never thought of that.

Hey, Mom and Dad, this is my “friend” Jamie. My boyfriend Jamie. We’re going to England together. Also, I met him in a secret society. We’re Diggers,folks. And Eli graduates. And in love.What do you think?

There’s nothing wrong with Plan B.Play it right, and no one will even know it wasn’t your first choice.

The last time I had sex,” I said, “was Halloween.” He nodded slowly. “That was my birthday.” I choked on my waffle. This was getting worse and worse. “No!” “Why do you think they called me ‘Poe’?” I had always guessed it was because he was morose and taciturn and creepy.“Um ... because ‘Hotstuff’ was taken?

Pleasanter surprise,” he managed, backing us away from the threshold. There’s the idea. I pushed him gently against the wall and started tugging on his shirt.“About to get even pleasanter,” I murmured against his neck as my fingers found the drawstring of his pants.Bad grammar is such a turn- on.