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class?”
    “Nine,” I said,
“but I have to swing by my dorm room first. I don’t have my books or laptop.” I
groaned. “Don’t mention tomorrow; I don’t want tonight to ever end.”
    I walked over to
the stove. “What are you making?”
    “Spaghetti and
meatballs with homemade tomato sauce.”
    “It smells
delicious,” I said. “And I do want to get one of your shirts. Would you mind if
I took a shower first?”
    “Of course not,
but I hope you don’t…regret what happened earlier.”
    “No way,” I
assured him. “I just feel a bit sweaty, like I’ve had a long workout at the
gym.”
    Michael laughed.
“I wish I could join you,” he said, pulling me in for a kiss.
    “Me, too.”
    “You can take any
shirt you want,” Michael called as I headed to get a shower. “Top drawer on the
left.”
    I turned on the
tap, adjusted the temperature and stepped into the hot shower. I didn’t like
the feeling that I was washing Michael off of me, but I knew I’d get to touch
him again soon. And I really was sweaty.
    When I got out, I
wrapped the towel around myself and headed for Michael’s bedroom. I chose a
plain black t-shirt that hung down to my thighs. It felt a little strange not
wearing underwear. Maybe I can ask Michael to get my backpack out of the
car.
    I walked into the
kitchen. Michael was sitting at the square table, sipping a glass of red wine.
The room was dim, and he’d lit the candles that were on a shelf on the wall.  “I’m
disappointed,” he said when he saw me.
    “What?” I crossed
my arms in front of my chest self-consciously.
    “I was hoping
you’d pick a white shirt,” he said in a flirty voice, “so that I could see your
body through it.”
    I laughed and
walked over to where he was sitting. Michael motioned for me to sit on his lap.
    “No,” he said.
“The other way around. Straddle me.”
    Heart racing, I
spread my legs and planted them on either side of Michael, facing him.
    “Now that’s
better.” We were kissing again; I couldn’t get enough of Michael and it was
obvious that he felt the same way about me. He reached around under the
oversized shirt and cupped my butt. Even though we had just had sex a few hours
before, I could feel him getting hard again.
    He pulled away.
“I’d better stir this,” he said reluctantly.
    “I can watch it.
Would you mind getting my backpack out of my car? I wanted to put on
underwear.”
    “You’re sexy
without underwear,” he said, “but okay.”
    I walked to the
living room to grab my purse, pulling both my phone and my keys out. I hadn’t
looked at my phone for hours and it showed that I had three missed calls and
four text messages. I would look at them in a minute.
    Back in the
kitchen, I handed Michael my keys and started stirring the delicious smelling
sauce while he went to the car. With my free hand, I looked at the text
messages first. All of them were from Maryanne.
    How’s it going? the first one said. The next two had a note of concern. Please let me
know you’re okay. You’ve only just met this guy. That one was a little
irritating, but I could see her point. The last one she had sent around five p.m.
said that if she didn’t hear from me she was going to call the hospital to try
to get Michael’s number.
    Shit. I
hope she hasn’t already done that. Two of the missed calls were from
Maryanne, and the third was from my mom. She had been calling more frequently
over the last few weeks, but I hadn’t called her back yet.
    My top priority
was to text Maryanne. Sorry, everything is fine. I’m having a wonderful
evening. Be back tomorrow morning before class. I hit send.
    Almost immediately
Maryanne replied. Okay, thanks, have fun!
    She was probably
miffed at me for making her worry, but what was the big deal? How well did she know the guys she hooked up with?
    Michael came back
into the kitchen and set my backpack down on the floor. I pulled out my underwear
and quickly slipped them on, acutely aware