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seem to like it. Are you out fucking around while Matt and I are gone? Having parties at our house so you're not home alone?”
    She gasped and her nostrils flared. He caught her hand before it made contact with his other cheek. She struggled against his grip, but he didn't let go.  
    “How dare you? You have no right to accuse me of anything! You're the biggest manwhore I know! You fuck any chick that you have your eye on and dump her the minute you're done! How dare you of all people say that to me?”
    She was struggling against him, so he put her arms behind her back, wrapping his arms around her middle, keeping her pressed against him, trapping one of her legs with both of his so she couldn't make good on her threat to knee him in the balls. Her tone was laced with venom, and he almost recoiled from the bite. Except he was getting more pissed off too. He was a manwhore?  
    But Megan wasn't done. “And it's none of your fucking business if I'm fucking anyone. You're my roommate, and a shitty one at that. I don't need you scaring off guys who I just want to dance with.”
    “That asshole wanted more than just a dance.”
    “You think I'm too stupid to know that? Just because he wants more doesn't mean I'm going to give it up.”
    “What do you mean I'm a shitty roommate?”
    She laughed at him. “You barely say two words at a time to Matt or me. You're rude and standoffish.”
    She started struggling again. With the way he held her, her breasts were pushed against his chest and they rubbed back and forth with her movements. He could feel his body start to react. “Matt told me to back off and leave you alone, so I did.” He spit out the words through gritted teeth.
    Megan stopped struggling and looked up at him, eyes wide. “Why would he do that?”
    He thrust his now hard cock against her belly. “You really don't know the answer to that question?”
    Megan's eyes grew even wider, and he couldn't be sure in the dim light, but he thought her cheeks went a little pink. Who knew Megan could be made to blush? Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and it was all Chris could do not to groan. “Why would …? What …? I don't understand.”
    In answer to her inarticulate questions, Chris pulled her closer and crushed his mouth to hers. She stiffened at first, but relaxed into him, opening for him when he began questing with his tongue. Her lips were soft, and he could taste the beer from the party. He wondered how much she'd had. She didn't seem drunk.  
    When he pulled back, she was staring up at him, looking a little dazed. He released her, letting her step back. She brought a hand to her mouth, never taking her eyes from his. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes hooded. He felt smug that he'd managed to take her from pissed off to aroused with one kiss. Or maybe, like him, she'd already been aroused from their fighting. He reached for her free hand. “Let's get out of here.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

    “Where are we going?” Chris had her by the hand and Megan stumbled along after him toward the sidewalk. His legs were a lot longer than hers and he was apparently in a hurry. “Chris! Slow down!”
    He stopped and turned to her. “What?” The look of determination on his face changed to something else. Disappointment? “Sorry. I thought—” He looked away, over her shoulder back toward the house, and let go of her hand. She felt cold now that he wasn't touching her at all. “Do you want to go back to the party?” His voice was flat and dull.
    “What? No. That party was crappy anyway. I just didn't want to get dragged behind you. I like walking.”  
    Relief suffused his face, followed by a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
    She smiled. “It's fine. Just slow down a bit, yeah? There's no fire.” He reached for her hand again, and she laced her fingers through his. They started down the sidewalk at a more reasonable pace. “Where are we going?”
    He glanced down at her, the hesitation back in his expression.