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dash under the eaves of a small church about fifty feet from his car.
    “Wow,” he says, dumping our stuff on the ground. We’re safe from the rain under here but the thunder and lightning are still scary. He looks at me and frowns. “You’re freezing.”
    I’m drenched, like a rat, my hair matted to my neck. “I’m F-f-f-ine,” I stutter, my teeth chattering. He’s no dryer than I am.
    “You’re also basically naked,” he points out. I look down and he’s right, My white dress turned completely see-through in the rain. He reaches over his head and pulls off his wet shirt, slipping it over my arms one by one and then my head. He wraps both arms around me, in an attempt to share his body heat. We wait out the storm in one another’s arms.

 
    Chapter 18
     
     
     
    After the fourth of July, it hits me. We only have three weeks left before he leaves for school. Sure, we’ll both be in the same area, Raleigh-Durham, but the college is huge and we’re in completely different programs. Odds are we’ll never see one another again.
    The idea makes me risky and hornier than ever. I have no doubt the other guards know what’s going on since one of them cau ght us making out in the office. After that we’ve kept our hands off one another at the pool. Then a group of kids got busted smoking weed in the parking lot one night, ensuring police patrols once a night. We’re running out of time, space and location. All of these things make me desperate.
    “Why not?” he asks for what seems like the millionth time.
    “Because coming to the house feels like crossing a line or something. My bosses are right there.”  We’re trying to figure out how we can see each other—be together—without getting caught. The back of the car has lost its appeal.
    “What? You can’t have friends over?”
    “You know I can, Carter, but you’re eighteen. What if they see you? What if they tell your parents or something?” We haven’t talked about the age thing in a while and now it just feels strange. I no longer see him as differently as I did before, but not everyone will feel the same way.
    “I don’t care if they know,” he says petulantly. We’re in his car , behind the movie theater, parked in the shadowy dark. The late show starts in an hour but we couldn’t figure out where to go while we waited. Hence the argument.
    “Three weeks, babe, that’s all we have left. Do you really want the hassle of parents and all tha t coming down on us? Because they will and it’s not worth it.”
    He’s working his jaw, flexing it tight. I reach out and touch it, trying to sooth his anger. He jerks away. Angry at me. At the situation. At being a kid. I don’t blame him.
    “Just think, in a couple of weeks you won’t have this problem. You can screw anyone you want and no one will care. Sorority girls, cheerleaders, townies…no curfew, no parents.”
    Carter pushes my hand away and shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable.”
    “What?”
    He flings open the door and gets out of the car, slamming it behind him. I wait for him to calm down and come back in but he doesn’t. He just leans against the car, stony faced and hurt.
    I get out and approach him. “I didn’t say anything that’s not true.”
    “You don’t have to be so blasé about it, you know.”
    “Yeah,” I tell him. “I do. Because this isn’t real. Real starts in three weeks. You’ll know it when you see it.”
    “So this is just sex for you,” he challenges.
    I swallow the lump in my throat. “I never said it was anything more.”
    Carter runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends. I think he’d pull it out if he could. “I don’t believe that,” he whispers.
    This has gone too far, has become too serious, so I step forward. “Carter…”
    “So you’re just here to teach me,” he cuts me off.  His gray eyes flash hot. “Show me how to pleasure a woman, make her feel like a queen, is that all? Is that what I am? A student? A