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windows. ‘Looks like Ernie and Jazz will be ready for you soon.’
    Dallas swung his arms back and forth, as if to loosen up, and looked around the corner, towards the bedrooms. ‘Would it be okay if Clover showed me her room?’
    â€˜Keep the door open, Clover.’
    â€˜Okay, whatever,’ Clover said under her breath, but she was too excited to feel embarrassed by her mom’s lame rule. She pulled her door to behind them, leaving a gap, to allow her light to shine through into the living room.
    Clover watched as Dallas scoped out her bedroom. Remembering the meticulous order of his truck, she was glad she’d taken time during being grounded to tidy her room. She’d even found her makeup kit, and favourite cardigan which she was wearing now buried deep under her bed. She was glad she hadn’t accused Jasmine of stealing anything. She’d also cleaned her favourite sneakers, the ones she’d thought were ruined after Camp Shitty. Even her bed had enjoyed a transformation, with her old My Little Pony duvet replaced by a new, fluffy zebra-print blanket Sydney had picked up for her on sale. Clover had hid the old one in her closet. She stole a look at Dallas’s face, keen to guess what he thought of her room. He was seemingly mesmerised by the glossy pages from dirt bike magazines that she’d used to make a border around the top of her walls, shortly after moving in.
    â€˜You like my pictures?’
    â€˜Pretty cool.’
    â€˜I bet your room is like a shrine to the hockey gods!’
    â€˜Hopefully I’ll get to show you soon.’ He reached forward and cupped the back of her neck with his hand. He moved it slowly, down the centre of her back and to the waist of her jeans. His fingers crept down, beneath the denim and below her undies, tracing down …
    Clover jumped back.
    He shook his head and laughed. ‘Do I scare you, or something?’
    â€˜No!’ Clover yelped. ‘I’ve just, never had a guy in my room before … I’m glad you like it. It’s a lot about dirt bikes, I guess they’ve pretty much been my life.’ She was starting to ramble, but let it flow. At least if she was talking they wouldn’t be racing closer to having sex.
    â€˜I’m supposed to be going senior next year, into the pro class, but it costs a lot more with more races on the calendar and higher entry fees and Dad couldn’t get me a sponsor because I crashed out of my last race in juniors. He told me to try and figure out a way to convince Mom that I should be allowed to keep going, but I’ve got no idea what I can do to make either of them happy. I miss riding, though. It’s always like this; the winter seems so long. At least I’m having fun this winter, not just missing my bike. It’s a big mess, I guess. How do you deal with the pressure of hockey?’
    â€˜Pressure?’
    â€˜Yeah.’
    â€˜You’re very serious tonight,’ Dallas said, ruffling her hair. ‘Don’t worry! Maybe you need a distraction?’ He leaned forward, and kissed her gently.
    Clover kissed him back, then sat still, and stared him in the eye. She wasn’t going to let him off that easy. She wanted to know the answer to her question. It felt wonderful to open up to someone Sera hated to talk about racing and she hadn’t had enough time with Sydney for the topic to come up. ‘Seriously,’ she said.
    Dallas ran a hand over his hair, and shifted, so he was again sitting right next to her. She was drawn by his heat. Like a moth to flame. A skittish moth which didn’t know whether it was going to get burned, or find salvation.
    â€˜You’re in control of what you feel,’ Dallas said. ‘Me? I want to play well for my team, and for coach and Dad, but I don’t let their expectations stress me out. I put a lot of pressure on myself, but I try to channel it and use it when I need it to pump me up and