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    “What?”
    “Answer me. What were you laughing at?” His breath brushed against my forehead, tickling my skin. For someone who’d just woken up, it smelled just fine.
    Even his breath is awesome.
    “Now you’re giving me that knowing smile.” He studied me with an odd expression. “What do you remember about last night?”
    There was my moment to save myself from embarrassment if he’d regretted what he’d said. Did he? When I woke up, he was cuddling with Cynthia. That didn’t seem like he was too excited to explore a sexual relationship with me. However, I’d liked him for all these years, more than anyone else I’d ever been with. I’d dreamed and fantasized about him and even worse, masturbated to his image so many times I couldn’t count them in this lifetime.
    I’m not scared. I’m not scared.
    “I remember everything.”
    He licked his lips. I was taken aback. My body reacted. Heat spread over my skin.
    “So what do we do?” He raised his eyebrows.
    “Are you still with Cynthia?”
    His face crumbled into an angry look. He turned away. “That’s complicated.”
    “That’s not an answer.”
    He rubbed his face with one hand as if he was exhausted. “She was crying and I was so tired. I just told her that I would give her another chance.”
    Disappointment hit me in my chest. I’d figured as much when I spotted them in bed, but I didn’t let it get into my head. I’d wanted to hear him say it.
    And he did.
    “So then we do nothing.” I slipped away and went to the edge of the stairs. He tried to grab me again. I sped up my pace, hurrying like I was the one who was late for practice.
    “Wait, let’s talk about this.”
    “You don’t have time. You may be nominated for the Heisman, but when you show up late, you’re still a shitfaced slacker to your coach.”
    He shook his head. “Hey, just because he said that at the one practice you came to, doesn’t mean he says that to me all the time.”
    “So he doesn’t?”
    “Well … yeah, he says that all the time.”
    “Ha!” I pointed at him and rushed down another flight. “Maybe you should stop being late.”
    In the middle of the staircase, he caught me by my shirt and stopped me. “I don’t want to wait with you, Evie. I’ve waited long enough already.”
    I leaned back into the wall. The staircase’s handle grooved into my back. “So you’re thinking you will just hook up with Cynthia and then when she falls asleep, you’ll hop in my bed and do me?”
    “Does that sound like me?”
    “Not an answer.”
    “My plan is to deal with Cynthia for another day or so and then nicely break up. You know I’m not good at doing the break up thing. And she doesn’t have any friends. Her family situation is a mess. Someone should be there for her. I’ll break up with her in a few days.”
    Sure he will.
    He was bad at breaking up with girlfriends, but even worse with remaining broken up. I’d watched girl after girl convince him to take them back no matter what. He’d been a sucker for tears or a soft smile. He never saw the spite or evil in the female until his heart lay in pieces on the floor and I arrived to help him put them back together.
    “You say you’ll be broken up in a few days?” I sucked my teeth. “I say it will be a month before you both are finally done. I bet you fifty dollars.” I held my hand up to shake on it.
    He gently knocked it away. “That would be a sucker’s bet for you. I know what’s in my head right now, and it’s you. Those other times with other girls, I had no motivation to leave. This time is different. You’re waiting for me. The one girl I always thought I couldn’t have.”
    I swallowed. “You did?”
    “Yes.” He tilted my way. Close enough to get a kiss. I hoped he would and yearned to have his lips pressed against mine. I’d wondered so often how it would feel to have his tongue sliding into my mouth, his chest pressed against my breasts.
    “Give me two