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then—”
    He spun around and stopped my talking with a kiss, and not just any, a kiss that ignited flame to wick and set a blaze through me. I burned into a crispy husk of ash and need. I melted right there at the end of the stairs, wet, soaking so bad that my shorts and panties would need to be changed. When he backed away, I’d lost all thought to the words that had been on my mind.
    This is why Cynthia was crying like a baby in the hallway last night. He’s intoxicating.
    “Two days. You just keep guys out of your room and I’ll handle my part.” He opened the door and stood right there, glaring at me as if he was pissed that he had to leave and mad because we had no more time. A gust of wind and bright sun rushed in. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to shove my dick inside of you?”
    “Probably the day you picked up the crass dictionary.”
    He laughed. “Bye, Evie. I’ll call you tonight.”
    “Call me for what?” I called back.
    “To talk more about you watching my bedtime activities.”
    “No way. We’re not discussing it.” I covered my face in embarrassment. The door slammed closed.  

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
    My phone vibrated in my pocket. I scribbled the answer to the last problem for Chuck’s homework. The girl doing her work-study job as a library clerk glanced at her watch, stood in front of my desk, and tapped her foot to an annoying beat. She fit the typical beauty ideal of America—blonde pixie cut, blushing cheeks even when she wasn’t blushing, sparkling blue eyes, and a slim little frame, oozing delicacy and the need for a strong guy to protect her.
    Fine. Maybe I’m feeling bitchy right now.
    “You said you would be done in twenty minutes.” She showed me her watch. I couldn’t see the numbers, but that wasn’t her point anyway.
    “I’m almost done.”
    “You said that twenty minutes ago.”
    She’s lucky I’m close to done or I would sit here even longer just because she’s rude. She’d been questioning me every twenty minutes. Even though the library didn’t close for another two hours. My phone vibrated again.
    “I’m done with my work. I’ll be out soon.” I took my phone out.
    “Oh, thanks so much.” She finally displayed a smile for the first time tonight and sashayed away.
    I checked my screen. Two text messages from Jay showed up.
    Jay: Where are u? I’ve been calling all night.
    Me: I didn’t answer because I wanted to get my work done.
    Jay: Are u done now?
    Me: Yes.
    Jay:  I’ve got a big surprise. Where are u?
    Me: I’m at the library.
    Jay: I’ll be there in five minutes. Pls, don’t leave.
    Oh God. What is this surprise?
    I piled my stuff into the bag, hoping that by doing other people’s work I would earn enough money to tide me over until the end of the month. My scholarships took care of my tuition and books, but spending money for anything else, I had to provide. Due to some bad investments and the instability of the economy, Mom kept a strict budget for herself. I didn’t like the idea of asking her for money to buy toiletries and other needs, so I walked a tight line of breaking school rules to increase my budget. I did a few essays and math problems for money and even kept it from Jay, knowing he’d be pissed that I didn’t just ask him for the funds.
    He received social security from his parents’ death. Additionally, his father left him a small trust fund that provided for his grandparents and him. Due to that, Jay liked giving my mother and me money to help us out. Both my mother and I were uncomfortable with it and felt like charity cases. When we all found out that I got into Jay’s dream school he offered to pay for all of my education, just to make sure I would come. Mom refused, and thankfully, I applied for tons of scholarships and got most of them.
    Jay’s surprise better be necessary.
    I’d planned on indulging in my secret little hobby. Writing. Everyone knew I liked to write a poem or short