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stroking at first then fiercely caressing. The kiss got deeper and deeper; my hands gripping on to his shoulders and then sliding down his back. I was completely lost in the connection and reaction our bodies were having. It was like my head was flying through the clouds, and my body was on fire.
    What was I doing? I barely know him.
    A thought of Josh somehow managed to break into the closed door of my mind. I broke free from the embrace. Clint’s eyes burned as I tried desperately to regain my clarity.
    “Whoa, that was… Norah, I, I…” Clint was trying to breathe properly and I was holding my chest.
    “I think I should go home now Clint.”
    He only nodded and stepped away from me. I think we both needed a moment to register what had just happened.
    We were both silent as I drove back to my apartment. I felt like I was in a dream, unable to comprehend my actions. I had spent such a short amount of time with Clint and yet I was strangely drawn to him. I knew deep down that I had only agreed to go on this date to send Josh a message about our friendship. I was still kind of reeling from the de-virgin party and I hoped this date would get back to him through the Lappell, and now I felt like I had thrown that plan completely out the window and had replaced it with wanting to explore this new mind-blowing chemistry I had with Clint.
    When we arrived back to the basement of my apartment building, we had still not said a word since the gun range. We sat in my car, quiet and not moving. I could feel the seconds pass as the tension from the silence stretched on. I could not imagine what was going through his mind but I figured it couldn’t have been good, given he had nothing to say.
    Then, in complete surprise, he flung himself towards me in the car, his mouth going straight to mine, and I accepted him, welcoming his lips again. It felt like pure instinct and I reacted without hesitation. We kissed with more need this time, and with more force, consuming the moment with bodies as well as our tongues. Our bodies pulled closer to each other and his hands frantically ran through my hair, and then moved down my neck, pulling our chests together as one. I didn’t know what exactly I was doing, but I wanted more and I didn’t want it to stop. When he kissed me, the darkness in me lifted and I felt light. Everything seemed to make sense for the first time in six months.
    This time it was Clint who broke away from the kiss first.
    “I like you too much, I can’t do this, it’s wrong.” He was panting hard as the words left his mouth. I felt annoyed that he could so suddenly be off hand again.
    What the hell was his problem?
    “Then go if it’s wrong Clint, I didn’t start all this.” My tone was icy, shielding the hurt from coming through.
    He seemed reluctant to get out of the car and grabbed at my hand, but I pulled it away defensively.
    What was he doing?  
    Going from hot to cold was doing my head in. Perhaps he thought I was expecting more than what he could give, or perhaps he didn’t think I was good enough for him, but for whatever reason, he clearly wasn’t feeling the same as me.
    He looked at my face as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated, got out of the car, and took off towards the stairs near the elevator that led back up and outside the building. I had an overwhelming urge to cry but forced myself not to. I wasn’t about to shed tears for a guy who had just rejected me like that. Not now, not ever. Instead I used my arm to hit the passenger seat in sheer frustration for allowing myself to open up a fraction to a guy, only to be completely disappointed, again.
    ***
    Almost a week later, I had not seen or heard from Clint, which I hated to admit, did bother me, but I knew I couldn’t let myself turn into one of those girls who analyzed every single moment in a situation, replaying it over and over, trying to create some imaginary reason why a guy hadn’t called or asked me out. No, I’m not