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had sex with him. According to her, Emerson Knox is the bee’s knees— her words not mine.
    “Are you telling me you’ve been with Emerson for over a half a year and you’ve never had sex?”
    “Not everyone is looking to sleep with the first guy who looks their way, Presley. I’m honestly surprised you would assume I would just let my innocence go after hanging onto it for so long. I was raised to be a lady and, as my mama says, ‘A lady always saves herself for her husband. That’s what’s pure. That’s what God wants’.” Delilah has always been dramatic and I merely shake my head and laugh.
    “Okay, so here are the one hundred thousand dollar questions. Did it hurt? How big is he?”
    An obnoxious sound comes from my throat. I’m in absolute shock from her questions. Seriously, if I were drinking something at that moment, I would’ve spit everything all over her face. I was totally not expecting that.
    “His size is none of your business.” I smirk, knowing it’s huge, well, it feels huge to me. I really don’t have anything else to compare it to. “And yes, it did hurt the first time, but once you get over the initial pain, it’s the most incredible feeling in the world. Can we stop talking about this now?”
    “Yes, for now.” Delilah winks and pulls me off the bed. “I want to meet everyone else you talk about, especially Darcie. She sounds like fun.”
    I’m not as excited as she is. It will take a lot for Darcie to tolerate Delilah and her southern bell, lady-like personality. When you look up polar opposites in the dictionary it’s their pictures you see, but I am more nervous for her to meet Jake. Like everything in Sulfur Heights, he will be a rude awaking to Delilah’s perfectly manicured existence.

 
    Chapter 2
    Drake
     
    I leave as soon as I shut the door and head for the safe haven of the garage. I’m so glad Delilah came to stay with us, but I am concerned how she’s going to fit in. According to Presley, she has the perfect life with amazing parents, living in a large mansion, and has everything handed to her. Up until her parents died, I get the distinct impression that is how Presley grew up. It wasn’t until she moved to Sulfur Heights that she realized there is real evil living in this world.
    I’ve been working with Jeremy to restore my newly acquired 1971 Chevelle. The best graduation present ever. Reggie and Jeremy happened to come across it several months back and the entire family put in money to buy it for me. Now I’ve been living in the garage to give the car some much needed TLC. Jake has been trying to get me to race, yet I don’t want to tear my beauty up. I love the races, looking at all the cars new and old, but I’ve never had any desire to race myself. I’m the loner in that regard because everyone in the family lives for it.
    I linger on the walk because it is a perfect day to work outside. Spring is in full swing, gradually moving to summer. Everything is green and growing; full of life. Of course, once the weather gets nice, the punks start hanging out on the streets again. I’ve kept to myself while growing up, only being around my brothers and some of their friends, always careful not to get involved with anyone who is a part of the drug world. It doesn’t leave too many people in Sulfur Heights to be friends with because they are either dealing or using, but I feel fortunate to have the family I have. My brothers and I learned a life lesson the hard way, growing up with a mom who was addicted to drugs, and I’m glad none of us have gone down that road.
    Jeremy is working on removing the transmission when I reach the garage. I quickly move over to help him as we torque the nuts to get them loose. We have spent hours together in the garage, but only really talk when it’s related to the work on the car. It’s been a long time since we’ve had an actual conversation about anything other than cars. I know he and Jake talk a lot and at times he