QUOTE : As I looked at the matted bedsheets twisting around this boy and me, snaking across his naked waist, curling around my exposed chest, a draft rushes through the room, bringing a fresh chill with it. <br /><br />That must be it. It’s chilly. It’s cold. It’s January. <br /><br />Maybe it was snowing. We went sledding, I took a spill, changed out of my ice-cold clothes and then crashed here in Carver’s room.<br /><br />No, it’s Carter.<br />Definitely Carter.<br /><br />I’m naked in bed with a boy and I can’t even get his name right.