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my walls of privacy. I liked it and hated it at the same time. She had opened up to me regarding her innermost thoughts and insecurities, and I had been tempted to do the same. Hell, I had already told her more than I had told anyone in the last three years.
    What was I doing? I was breaking all of my own rules, and I didn’t give a damn. I gazed at Dara. As tempting as she was, I really needed to rethink my strategy where she was concerned. There was no harm in hanging out with her once in a while, but I could not do a relationship. I knew that before I ever asked her to hop on the back of my bike with me. I couldn’t stomach the look on her face when the day came that she discovered the real me.
    Her eyes fluttered open. I smiled at her. “Hey.”
    “Hey.” She smiled back. Pulling herself into a seated position, she laughed. “Wow! I can’t believe I actually dozed off. You must be amazed at my dating skills. It’s your fault, you know?”
    “It is?” I asked as we both rose to our feet, standing beneath the canopy of the willow tree.
    “Yes. Your magic fingers put a spell on me, like the evil stepmother in Sleeping Beauty.”
    “I’m evil, but I’m definitely not your stepmother.” I grabbed her back pockets, pulled her backwards against my chest, and nibbled at her earlobe just to prove my point.
    My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I groaned as I released her and answered it.
    “Hey, Mom.”
    “Everything’s fine. Are y’all enjoying your trip to Italy?”
    “What? But Mom…I was going to…I know, but….”
    “Yeah, I’ll see you when you get back. Tell Dad I say ‘Hey’.”
    “I love you, too, Mom.”
    Dara watched me as I hung up the phone. “Your parents are in Italy?” she asked.
    “Yeah. They were supposed to be back by the Fourth of July, but it looks like they’ve decided to stay two more weeks. So much for my Fourth of July plans….”
    “You can hang out with me and Granny, if you want.”
    I knew she didn’t understand my frustration, the reason why I was hoping they would be here, and I felt no need to clarify it at this point.
    “And what do you and Granny do ? Knit socks? Bake apple pies? Make quilts?”
    She frowned at me. “My Granny happens to be very cool. She couldn’t knit a sock or make a quilt if it were the key to a man’s heart—not that knitting and quilting aren’t cool.”
    “Yeah, knitting and quilting are definite requirements if you want to sit at the lunch table with the cool kids.”
    She punched me lightly in the arm. “Don’t be mean.”
    “Yes, Mother.”
    She punched me in the arm again. Then, she quickly added, “Not that being compared to your mother is a bad thing, it’s just….”
    “Dara, you’re way too nice for your own good. You’re going to pop a gasket worrying about everyone else’s feelings all the time.”
    “Well, I didn’t want you to think that I was insulting your mother.”
    I smirked and slightly shook my head. “The thought never even crossed my mind.”
    “It didn’t?”
    “No,” I responded while staring at her lips. “I was thinking about other things.”
    “Like?”
    I grabbed her hands and tugged her until she was pressed against my body. “Like this.” I bent down and kissed her. She tasted so good, like strawberries, and I wondered if that pink sparkly gloss she always wore was flavored. My hand moved up just under the back of her shirt, and I massaged the small of her back. Her skin was soft and smooth, and I couldn’t keep myself from wanting to touch her. My fingers skimmed just below the edge of her jeans, and I could feel her tiny gasp as we kissed. She responded to me in a way that excited me.
    Her arms were wound around me in another death grip, and I couldn’t keep the corners of my mouth from turning up in a grin. She was sweet. If I kept up this pace, I would push things too far. It wouldn’t be a problem with most girls that I dated, but this was Dara. I should’ve stayed away from