The hand braced on the couch came up, pulling at the jacket and T-shirt Cooper was wearing. Both dropped to the floor, revealing a skinny, pale torso, the awkward kind of teenage body that Cooper was never going to grow out of. Normally, he would have been more self-conscious in front of a prospective partner. But this was Nancy.

He got up from his knees, hovering over Nancy's form there on the couch. One hand slipped down past the concealing blanket and over her breasts. Cooper thought for two seconds about moving to the bedroom, then immediately dismissed the idea. The couch was good enough for him.