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I’d have to locate my thong in the living room before leaving. I didn’t want him keeping my panties as some sort of trophy.
    I felt sick and thought about vomiting over his thousand thread sheets. My worst fears were being actualized and I had no one to blame but myself. Autumn hadn’t been the only one to warn me. Casey had been involved with Wyatt and had told me at The Cellar what a creep he could be.
    Once dressed, I stormed out of his room. I was humiliated and angry. I wondered if I should call a cab. I didn’t want to be stuck in a car with him for the drive back to campus. Bad enough that it was almost one in the morning and I’d have to do the walk of shame back into the dorm.
    As I tugged on my underwear, Wyatt came out of the bedroom. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Delia, I had a great time and I’m going to call you tomorrow. I don’t want you leaving mad.”
    “I’m fine, Wyatt. Besides, I figured this would be a one night stand,” I mumbled to the floor. I was a terrible liar and guessed my attempts at saving face were failing.
    I watched Wyatt’s bare feet as he moved closer to me. He pushed my hair out of the way and pressed a dry kiss against my forehead. “I like you, Delia… a lot. I want to see you again. Actually I was going to ask you if you’d come to my game on Friday.”
    I lifted my eyes and tried to read Wyatt. He wasn’t an open book and I found him hard to decipher. He sounded sincere, but I was confused. Wyatt ran hot and cold and I hated playing the guessing game about his feelings.
    “I plan to kick ass in the game, so maybe we could have a little victory celebration back here afterwards.” His voice was smooth and I felt my defenses weakening. I wasn’t ready to let him go. I liked how he made me feel about myself. I didn’t always have the highest amount of self-confidence and Wyatt chased the doubts away.
    I also wanted another go around in bed with him. I hadn’t expected fireworks for our first time together, but I had hoped for sparklers at the very least. Wyatt was a dirty talker and I assumed the things he did to my body would blow my mind. I hadn’t expected for him to rush through foreplay and then pound into me like a jackhammer. Before I knew it, he had finished and was pulling out of me. After a few kisses on the lips, he had drifted off to sleep.
    I hadn’t been able to fall asleep until I’d given myself a pep talk. First times were about extinguishing building lust and getting to know each other’s bodies. I couldn’t expect to have an incredible orgasm the first time around. That kind of sex only happened in romance novels and movies. My assumption was good sex happened later in a relationship. I wished I had a girlfriend to help dissect my love life. Georgie was my only option and given her relationship with Wyatt, I felt weird discussing our sex life.
    I slipped on my flats as Wyatt finished getting dressed. I recovered and said, “Of course I’ll go to your game.”
    I was putting my trust in Wyatt and ignoring the alarm bells sounding. What did I have to lose? I could keep my heart safely guarded until I knew for sure he was the one for me.
     
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    My mother had the knack for calling at the worst possible times. I had gotten little sleep after Wyatt dropped me off the previous night. I’d felt like I was doing the typical girl thing and overanalyzing every word Wyatt had said since we met. By three in the morning, I was no closer to figuring out Wyatt’s intentions and reluctantly allowed myself to succumb to sleep.
    It was still only eight in the morning and I considered not answering the phone, but decided against the idea as I took in Georgie’s sleeping form faced down in her bed. She was sprawled on her belly and dressed in the black mini dress she had worn out the night before. Her snoring paused as my cell phone’s shrill ring echoed through our room. I hit the answer button and then snuggled under the sheets with the