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and somewhat pathetic. His shirt was pulled entirely out of his pants, and the pants were splattered with cum, though not as bad as he’d expected.
    Quickly he tucked himself away and straightened his clothes. He stepped up behind Josie, who was drying her hands on a paper towel. From behind, he slid his arms around her and nuzzled the side of her neck.
    “Your turn now,” he said and ran his hand down to cup her crotch.
    She caught his wrist and held it. “That’s okay. I’m good.”
    She twisted around in his arms and wrapped her arms around him.
    Mark dropped a light kiss on her lips. “But that’s not fair for you to do all the work. Besides, I want to.”
    She rubbed her cheek against his. “It’s okay, really, Mark. Besides, it’s kind of the wrong time of the month for me, if you know what I mean?”
    She kissed his ear, then nipped at the lobe. “I’ll take a rain check, if you’re good with that.”
    “I’m good with that,” he said, though he wasn’t. Still, he knew some girls were funny about that time of the month, even if it didn’t bother him.
    “Okay. I’ll put it on my calendar.” Josie laughed and gave Mark a squeeze before she let him go and stepped back.
    It was clear from her body language that it was time for him to go. But he didn’t want to go. What he wanted was to unfold that couch and lie down with her, hold her in his arms, and kiss her. God, he could kiss this girl all night. It didn’t even matter if they didn’t take off their clothes. It didn’t even matter if she wouldn’t let him touch her the way he wanted to. He just wanted to be with her. And how weird was that?
    Josie picked up her wine and sipped, gazing at him over the rim of her glass. “You look all rumpled and sexy.”
    She didn’t look rumpled at all. Except for a little color in her cheeks, she looked like she could set down her glass and walk out the door.
    “You look perfect,” he said, and found that didn’t make him happy, not at all. Considering how he felt, he wanted her to look at least a little mussed.
    She glanced down at herself and pointed to a spot on her skirt. “I have cum on my skirt.”
    Mark felt heat rise to his cheeks. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be. You look incredibly hot when you…you know.” She gestured, taking him in from head to toes.
    The heat was spreading back to his ears. Mark knew if there had been a mirror handy, he would see his ears were as red as his face felt. It was definitely time to go.
    He straightened from leaning on the counter and took a step toward her. She shifted, not exactly a step back, not quite, but definitely a keep-away stance. She held her wineglass up in front of her like a shield.
    “I have an early class tomorrow,” Mark lied.
    “Me too.” She sounded relieved.
    Mark tried not to be stung by that. No reason he should be. But it hurt way more than it should have.
    “Thanks for…” What? Jerking him off? “For the wine.”
    That was lame.
    She shrugged and smiled. “You don’t even like wine, but you’re welcome anyway.”
    “Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you in Autoethno.” Mark walked to the door.
    Josie followed. “I’ll see you at rehearsal before that.”
    “Oh yeah, right.” He wanted to kiss her, but she was still holding that damn wineglass, empty now but just as effective a shield as ever. He opened the door.
    She leaned in and quickly kissed the corner of his mouth. A friendly kiss that was totally unsatisfying.
    Just then, Mark heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and Kyle’s blond head appeared over the railing. He looked up.
    “Hey, Marky-Mark, how’s it hanging?”

Chapter Six
    “How goes it now? He looks gentler than he did.”
    Josie felt that now familiar twinge of jealousy for the girl sitting across from her. Though she had the pages on the table in front of her, Vi never even glanced at them, and if Vi could be off book already, then so should she.
    They sat at a table in one of the private study rooms in