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around him holding
on for dear life.
    “ In the words of my amazing
best friend, holy son of a Sex God, that was fucking awesome,” I
say between gasps for air.
    He lifts his head and plants a quick
peck on my lips. “That would be funny if your best friend wasn’t my
little sister.”
    “ Right. Probably not a good
idea to talk about her while our bodies are connected in the most
intimate of ways.”
    He chuckles into my neck. “Yeah.
Probably not.” He pats my ass and releases his hold on me. Once
again, I slide down the wall until my feet are flat on the floor.
“Why don’t you get comfortable while I grab your stuff from your
car?”
    His jeans are buckled in a blink of an
eye, and all I’ve managed to do is pull up my panties. After
digging around in my purse, I toss him my keys.
    He opens the door, but before he
leaves he turns back and pulls me toward him in a tight embrace.
“I’m so happy you’re here, Mel. I’ve missed you so much. I’m gonna
kiss you silly for the next two weeks so you better have brought
your lip gloss.” He backs away and taps my nose with his index
finger.
    “ Oh, Ty. I’m gonna do more
than just kiss you silly. Now, go get my stuff because I plan on
getting started by spending a good portion of today naked with
you.”
     
    Hours later, we’re sitting in front of
the TV, with video game controllers in our hands.
    “ I really have a love-hate
relationship with technology,” I say, as I try to remember which
buttons do what.
    “ Really? I have a love-hate
relationship with my PS3.”
    “ How so?”
    I glance over. The tip of his tongue
peeks out the side of his mouth. “Well, I really love my Play
Station. And I really hate it when people interrupt me when I play
it.” He chuckles with a waggle of his brows.
    “ Well, excuse me,” I tell
him, pretending to be offended.
    “ Except for you, of
course.”
    “ Good answer.”
    “ So why the love-hate for
you?” he asks, as he sacks my quarterback.
    “ Well, I love my cell
phone, the internet, and animated movies. But I really hate these
effing controllers. What the hell happened to the one with the
joystick and the big red button?” I toss the controller on the
table. “This one is way too complicated. Let’s go to an arcade so I
can kick your ass on Centipede. You could never beat
me.”
    Ty sets his controller next to mine
and leans back on the sofa with his head resting on my shoulder.
“Oh my god. You were like a pool shark when it came to that game.
You had magic hands with that roller ball. I don’t think anyone
took your name off the top score for months.”
    He’s right. My hand would glide across
that ball with such finesse and precision. It was like an art form
with a perfect combination of roll and slap of the button. I loved
Centipede. And even more, I loved it when Ty would invite me and
Shel to tag along with his friends. His girlfriends didn’t like it,
but I didn’t care. And I don’t think he did either.
    “ Remember Jen? She hated it
when you and my sis would come to the arcade with us. She said I
paid more attention to you than I did to her.” He shifts his head
upward, lining up his eyes with mine. “She was probably right. Even
when you were in junior high and I was already in high school, I
had feelings for you. I don’t think I knew exactly what they meant
yet, but there was definitely something there.”
    “ Well I knew I had a crush
on you. But if anyone told me that twenty years later you’d be
nailing me against your front door, I would’ve never believed it.”
I waggle my brows at him. “Wait, at that age, if someone told me
that, I may have thrown up.”
    He chuckles. “Thanks, Melly Belly.
Just what every man wants to hear.”
    “ Just keeping it real,
dog.”
    “ Okay, Randy Jackson.” He
reaches for my hand and links our fingers together. I watch as he
studies are joined hands, tracing the connection with the
fingertips of his free hand. “This would make a