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strange feeling and it made her lighthearted.
    “No, you’re fine.” He gave her a longing look before he walked away.
    She picked up her Coke and took a sip. The football game had absorbed everybody else in the room, so she zoned in on it too. She was afraid if she left she wouldn’t be able to find Jordan again.
    Then, from outside the room, someone yelled, “Hey, Joel! You gotta see this!” and in a flash of heat, she second-guessed herself. Was his name Jordan? Or was it Joel? Or was his name Owen? Owen sounded like Jordan, at least in her head. She vaguely remembered an Owen from somewhere. It was the O she remembered for sure. She clenched her teeth together. Damn it. She hadn’t brought her notebook. It was nuts how fast she could forget a name, how she thought she had it and then it sank into the nether like a bowling ball thrown into the sea.
     
     

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    Avery’s Coke was mostly gone when a figure stepped into view and leaned down. “Remember me?” he asked.
    She smiled at him in the semi-darkness. Square features, blond hair. He had changed his shirt into a blue button-down, leaving it untucked. He must have a whole closetful of those button-downs. Avery had to admit they looked great on him.
    “Of course I do,” she laughed, setting her Coke on the end table. There was no way she was going to tell him she had suddenly forgotten his name. She was pretty sure it was Jordan, but that seed of doubt had been planted and she didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of him. Jordan. Joel. What did it matter? She’d look it up in her notebook when she got home. Until then, she could avoid saying his name.
    “I was thinking,” he said, sitting next to her. “You want to go upstairs for a bit? There are some empty bedrooms up there.” He reached out a hand and brushed some hair away from her cheek. “If you’re interested, I’m game.”
    She had to admit the offer was tempting. No guy had ever invited her “upstairs for a bit.” She was pretty sure he meant sex. Either that or a lot of kissing and messing around. Her heart pounded and her surprised expression must have been more of an invitation than she thought, because before she could answer one way or another, he grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. She followed him through the crowd and up the stairs, wondering what she was about to get herself into. He tugged on her hand.
    “Come on,” he laughed. “What’s the matter? I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
    She frowned, wondering if he meant when their hands had touched or just now or some other time. “The way I look at you? What do you think I want?”
    He let go of her hand and folded his arms. The music was loud and the hallway in front of her was dark. There must have been three bedrooms up here. One door was closed and two were open.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, leaning against the wall as he looked at her. “I thought this might be okay with you. I hardly know you, but I’ve never had someone look at me the way you do. It’s like … like you’re trying to tell me something, or memorize everything about me. It’s mind-blowing, all right? I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for days. Seeing you here is sending me over the freakin’ edge.”
    She didn’t know what to say. Did she look at everyone that way? Was it because she was trying to sear their faces into her memory so she didn’t feel like a fool next time she saw them? Probably. Maybe everything with him was a mistake. He must think she was some spectacular girl who wanted to give him the moon. In reality, she would forget he even wanted the moon.
    “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked as worry crept into his expression. “Do you want to …?” He motioned to one of the open bedroom doors. For all she knew, it was his bedroom. He looked so sincere, so hopeful, as if they had made plans to do this a week ago and she was pulling out.
    “I’m not sure,” she answered truthfully. “I mean,