This is the rest of chapter 1, "Summer Detox" Read part one here.
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It seemed to me that most guys looked at Nicole like cartoon characters—you know, the ones whose eyes would pop out of their head and tongues would hang to the floor? But I really couldn’t look at her that way. I didn’t know her all that well, but my feelings for her had always been strangely warm and caring. Thinking of her in terms of her body parts, as so many of my friends did, made me feel wrong, even dirty.
I came to this realization that morning in the shower. Even during the summer, she would still enter my mind when at that groggy, vulnerable time most mornings. I congratulated myself on my emotional depth and sophistication as I got out of the shower. If only she knew I was better than those walking hormones who surround her all the time, I thought.