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set.”
    Evan narrows her eyes skeptically. “She did what ?”
    “To relax me. Because I felt bad about it, you know?”
    “You seem confident enough,” she murmurs. “She must really trust you.”
    “That’s what happens when you’ve been together forever.” And sometimes, you also forget that you’re supposed to be in love too, but I don’t tell Evan that. Instead, I step toward her, take the skirt from her hands, and throw it over the clothing racks.
    “What the hell are you doing?” she cries.
    “That’s not what women want to see you in. They want to see you in something they would wear.” I sift through the racks until I pull out a pair of low-rise jeans that look her size, and a pink rhinestone EPU hoodie. I hand them to her. “In this, you could be any female student on campus. That way, readers will be able to fantasize when they watch me undress you.”

Chapter Six
    Evan
     
    I clench my teeth to keep my jaw from falling to the floor.
    Dallas has a way of making me hate him for turning me on so much. For normal guys, this wouldn’t be a problem. I’d just flirt back and go along for the ride. But Dallas—well, first of all, he’s extraordinarily beautiful. And second of all he just got done talking about his girlfriend. Of forever. Who trusts him.
    What I need to do is just accept this, and take advantage of the fact that his ever-so-trusting girlfriend wants him to act single on set. I can’t have a boyfriend. Boys are too distracting and get all weird when they find out my source of income. This will be my only thrill for a while.
    Dallas.
    “It’s going to be hard for me to get into the moment with this silly scenario,” I tell him honestly. “I’m going to need a little bit of help.”
    “I’ll make sure to do that,” he responds huskily before leaving me alone to change.
    When he’s gone, I place my hand upon my frantically beating heart. “Don’t get too excited,” I whisper to myself. “It’s only instant gratification.”
     
    ^^^^
     
    Britain is the bravest, most shameless girl I’ve ever met in my entire life. It’s why we’re friends. It’s also why she was able to convince a university committee to approve East Park Exposed as an official East Park University publication. Britain’s argument: Hell, Harvard did it.
    And it worked.
    There’s a clause in the agreement stating that we can’t shoot in any East Park building except for one—an abandoned gym that hosts a set of classrooms, lockers, showers, and a drained swimming pool. We can’t do much with it, but we should be able to find an office for this shoot.
    Fuck, this shoot.
    The campus policeman gives Britain a wink when he drives up to unlock the building for us. We’ve used this building a couple times before, and he knows exactly what we’re up to. I guess he thinks we need that extra wink in order to feel sexy or something.
    Luckily for me, the only ones attending this off-site shoot are me, Dallas, Britain, and Andrea. Andrea’s here in order to direct us toward the vision of the story she’s conjuring up in her head right now. Delilah really wanted to watch, and so did Adam, but I think Britain can sense how tense my nerves are right now, so she made the shoot private.
    We walk down the deserted, grimy hall, and Britain leads us up the stairs. “I think the offices are on the second floor,” she says.
    I swallow. Why am I so nervous? I’ve done a million and a half shoots before and I’ve rocked all of them. I’ve even done one with Dallas. But the thought of being around him, of having him touch me for the camera again, is making me light-headed.
    And sweaty. Which is the last thing I need to be.
    Britain finds an office that looks like it could still be in use. There are books on the shelves and files scattered across the desk. Britain starts moving the files, and I grudgingly find a soft piece of felt in one of the drawers to start wiping away dust.
    Dallas smoothes the front of his