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take off?”
    Like I could stop her. “That man knows how to apologize.”
    She winks at me.
    By the time Shay turns, Kolton’s near the alcove that leads to the bathrooms. She follows him, her tight jeans and red tank top hugging her curves with each step. I don’t know what it is with them and public places, but they certainly are passionate.
    My mind shoots back to Sawyer and his mention of dirty things . Would he whisper sexy nothings in my ear? Tell me what he’s pictured since we met? Would he be rough or gentle? Demanding or giving? Although the girls he dates know the score, many try to tie him down. I’ve heard the stories, listening, breath held, as Kolton teased Sawyer. Each detail nipped at me like mosquito bites, sharp, irritating. An itch that would last a while, then disappear. The gist, though, the theme of the unwelcome tales, was that Sawyer left these women wanting more.
    Wanting him.
    Unfortunately, I’ll never know how naughty he can be.

Sawyer
    As Lily and I walk down the sidewalk, barely speaking, I realize I should’ve chosen break dancing over an outing. Now that she knows I want to ravage her like the animal I am, our weirdness has mutated into the Godzilla of sexual tension. Normally, I’m a fan of foreplay. The divot behind a knee, the curve of a woman’s hip—if treated properly, every inch is an erogenous zone. That road goes both ways. If a woman slides her nails down my thighs or licks my nipples, she’ll have me at attention faster than a marine.
    Spending time with Single Lily works me up more than girl-on-girl porn, without the happy ending.
    I’ve tried to rethink my stance. Figure out a way to be with Lily and remain friends. If we could make that work, I’d take her home and suck a path over her ribs, roll my tongue around each finger, taste the length of her neck. I’d bury my face in her pussy.
    But actions have consequences, so this skin flick is a no-go.
    Intermittent snowflakes drift down as we hunch forward to battle the wind and cold. The snow disappears when it hits the gray sidewalk, gray clouds and gray buildings punctuating the somber day.
    Gray.
    Gray, gray, gray.
    The world reflects Lily’s eyes.
    She walks beside me, her red pea coat a shock of color against the ashen backdrop. She points across the street at our destination, and we wait for a break in traffic.
    She stomps her feet. “God, it’s cold.”
    I cross my arms instead of pulling her against me to warm her up. “Freezing.”
    My nuts agree. Subzero temperatures do nothing good for a man’s confidence. No matter what Eva Lamont says, I’m perfectly well-endowed where it counts. Unfortunately, when your two best friends hold you down and shove snow in your pants before you strip and jump into a hot tub, your dick runs for cover.
    Lily progresses from stomping to dancing on the spot. “I can’t wait to go away.”
    I contemplate doing the running man. “Away?”
    “You know, Belize. The trip I booked with Kevin. I leave on the twenty-sixth.”
    Shit. Belize. She asked me for destination suggestions a while ago, a “special” spot for her and Kevin’s anniversary. After I stopped imagining all the places I could hide Kevin’s body (superpower wish: become the Hulk), I mentioned Belize—a kick-ass snorkel and dive spot I’d always wanted to visit. I pictured Lily in a white bikini, running through the water like some sexy perfume ad, while Kevin, the man-child, was stuck in their room burned to a crisp.
    “I figured you’d cancel. Who’s going with you?”
    Traffic doesn’t cease, so she dances faster. “No one. I’m going on my own.”
    Revamped fantasy: me dragging her to the sand as waves lap at our feet.
    Self-control alert.
    When I grazed my lips against her ear last night, she caught her breath. She shivered. She was a live wire ready for action.
    And I stepped away.
    I don’t often deny myself. I see a rare comic, I buy it. A girl catches my attention, I seal the deal. I spent