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says. “Or else go. Because if you don’t want anything to happen, this is pretty much your last chance.”
    “Are you saying you
do
want something to happen?”
    “Do I have a dick? I think we both know the answer to that.”
    “Well, what if I’m still undecided?”
    He rolls his eyes and spins back around to the laptop.
    “You have five minutes to make up your mind before I jump you,” he says. “It’s 1:23, so at 1:28, it’s on. You’ve been warned.”
    “Wait, those are my only options? To be mauled or to walk home? What about the paper?”
    “Fuck the paper,” he says. “I’ll drop it off for you on my way to work tomorrow.”
    “What about . . .”
    “What about what?”
    “What about Millie?”
    “Millie?” he says, spinning back around to face me. “Oh yes, Millie Vagaboss. Let’s definitely talk about her.” His sarcasm really isn’t bad for a Midwestern boy.
    “It’s none of my business, really,” I say as I realize I don’t actually want to hear this, most likely.
    “No, no, it’s your business, especially since you gave her your blessing to basically dry hump me in the van last night.”
    “What the hell?” I think I feel my nostrils flaring, but I really hope not. “I did?”
    “Yeah, thanks for that,” he says. “She told me you said there’s nothing going on between us, and you were cool if she hooked up with me, like I’m some guy in your personal boy harem and you’re giving me to her as a token of your appreciation.”
    “It was so not like that! Are you kidding me?”
    “She was really drunk,” he says. “But that was the gist of it, yeah.”
    Now I’m mad. I have no idea why, since I basically did tell Millie she was free to go for it with Bean.
    “What’s wrong?” he says. “Did you really expect to find her hiding in my closet? Were you going to fight for my honor or something?”
    “Stop making fun of me.”
    “Stop giving me to your friends like I’m some kind of manslut.”
    “I didn’t do that!”
    “You did tell her there was nothing between us, though.”
    “Yeah, I know,” I say, feeling guilty and I’m not even sure why.
    “And then you walked right over here in my favorite tank top without a fucking bra on, and by the way? Your fiveminutes is up.”
    “I know,” I say.
    Cue eye lock. I feel like motherfucking Cyclops I’m owning this stare-down so hard.
    But then Travis pounces, throws me over his shoulder and dumps me onto the bed. He jumps on top of me and starts to tickle the hell out of me. His fingers are in my armpits, in my side, the crook of my neck. I’m howling with laughter until I cry and beg him to stop. I haven’t laughed this hard in I can’t even remember how long. I finally get a breath in and he’s smiling, wide, his eyes are all happy and when he finally kisses me, it’s gentle and sweet. He hovers, his lips barely touching mine until I’m lifting off the bed for him, pulling his face to mine so I can slide my tongue into his mouth. He moans and now he’s really kissing me, leaning on his elbows over me, concentrating all of his attention on my lips as he licks them, then licks into my mouth.
    Now I’m back in that other place, the awesome place. It feels a lot like being in the band cave with him, where we don’t need words to let the other know what’s going on inside. In the cave it’s all tone and feeling. Here it’s the sound of his breathing over me, into me, the sexy, hungry noises we make together because we just can’t help ourselves. It’s the feeling of his lips sliding over mine, the feel of his tongue as he slips it into my mouth again, tasting hazelnut coffee and whatever else I taste like when I want to get fucked, because I want it. Right now. And he knows it.
    He’s known it all along, I’m sure.
    I could do this all day, all night, all week, except it’s making me ache fiercely between my legs and he hasn’t gone there yet. I’m hoping he’s going to move his hand up under