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out of you, especially in the dark, quiet house. I spin around, wide-eyed. Shayna and Grant stand at the end of the hall. What are they doing here? Why is Grant trying to ruin my night? Shayna’s laughter is deafening and I can’t even imagine anything in the world that could be that funny. Her back is pressed up against the wall and Grant is leaning in, trying to quiet her down. Talking softly. Too soft ly for me to hear. Damn. He leads her into one of the other bedrooms at the end of the hall, and closes the door behind them. I scowl at the closed door and stomp down the stairs.
    “Stupid rah-rah,” I mumble under my breath.
    I tip-toe back to Trevor’s room and quickly change out of this stupid dress and into my requisite pajama pants and tank-top and lay my pearls on his desk neatly. When Trevor finally finds me, my face is still hot with anger.
    “What is Shayna Gillan doing here?” I demand. His head jerks back in surprise.
    “Uh, I pretty much invited everyone, Syd. What’s the problem?”
    Grant having the nerve to show up here with her is the problem.
    “Nothing,” I sigh. “I just…I just didn’t expect to see her here I guess.”
    “Okay,” he mutters, shaking his head like I’m a crazy person. Which, obviously, I sort of am for worrying about Shayna and Grant right now. “Everything cool with your dad?”
    He’s changing the subject. He’s probably chalked my mood up to being irked by his long ago confession that he once hooked up with Shayna. Then again, what guy within fifty miles ha s n’t?
    “Yeah, I told him I was about to go to bed,” I say.
    That gets his attention. He let s the bag that he’s holding fall to the ground and pulls me in close to him. His warm breath envelop s my face. Surrounds me with familiarity, and with all of the new things that are about to happen , s wirling around in the air around us.
    “Well, then, let’s go. Wouldn’t want to lie to dear old dad, would you?” he laughs.
    The twisting nerves return to my stomach. His lips find the back of my neck again, his favorite spot, and then he pulls me down onto the bed with him.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his hands.
    “I love you,” I say.
    He slides me closer to him, pressing himself against me. Every inch of me is shaky. And tingly. And perfect. The weight of him above me should feel crushing, but instead, it feel s safe. It feels good to be so wanted. My hands fumble through his hair, down his strong arms. Anywhere. Everywhere. Just wanting to be close to him.
     
    My internal clock wakes me up the next morning when the room is still dark. I’m curled up next to Trevor, wearing his undershirt. I want to kick myself for promising Sam I’d workout this morning. I slide silently off of Trevor’s warm chest and to the edge of the bed.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a raspy, sleep filled voice . He reaches over and runs his fingers through my hair, tugging on it softly. A chill runs through me and I close my eyes, wishing more than I can remember wishing for anything before , that I could crawl back into bed with him.
    “I have gym, I have to go,” I say.
    “I don’t think so,” he says, pulling back down again and kissing my neck.
    “I can’t miss, I did yesterday.”
    “You worked out yesterday,” he says with a wink.
    I frown at him. “You aren’t making this easy.”
    His mouth finds the spot on my neck again. “Please stay. Who knows how long it’ll be before I get to wake up next to you again ? ”
    God I want to stay. I’d waited so long for this, and now I doubt it’ll ever get old. I want to feel his arms around me again. I want to hold on to his strong bicep while he moves above me. I shake the thoughts from my head.
    “I’m sorry. I have to go,” I say, crawling toward him and kissing him lightly. He responds by biting on my bottom lip. He’s so not making this easy.
    “Come on, get up. I’ve got to get dressed and then you