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the juice overflowing its glass. Funny how her Friday night date made Monday morning so pleasant.
"What the?" Juice dripped from the table onto her pants. "Nice."
Sara shook her head. "Bad idea. Why?"
"Why not?" She mopped up her juice and shot a glare at Sara. She didn't have to explain anything to her. "We had a good time so we decided to do it again."
"Ah, I see." Sara sat down at the table. "You had fun in bed and now you're hooked just like all the other girls he uses."
"We didn't sleep together." She turned on the toaster oven, still puzzled by that.
"Seriously? I thought Austin slept with every girl he went out with."
"I did too, but there's a lot more to him than sex." She couldn't deny that his raw sexuality appealed to her, but Jane kept that thought to herself.
"You're kidding."
"No. He's funny, he's an incredible athlete, and he's a good listener." And an amazing kisser. She closed her eyes, remembering the touch of his lips on hers, his hands in her hair, his tongue in her mouth, his body crushing her... hard, hot, burning.... Smoke? Ack! The toast was on fire.
"This is Austin Sinclair you're talking about."
"Uh-huh." She turned off the toaster oven and waved the smoke away.
"A good listener?"
"Yeah, that was a total surprise."
"I thought Austin only heard what he wanted to."
"Why are you being so hard on him?" Jane didn't want or need Sara's approval, but a little less judgment would be nice. "You don't know anything about him."
"I know enough."
"Only gossip."
"There's a little bit of truth to every rumor." Sara bit a chunk off the burnt toast and tossed the rest of it across the room into the sink.
"Maybe." Jane suddenly remembered what he was doing (and who he was doing it with) when she'd met him. "Probably."
Yet he'd decided to wait. Why would he do that if he had no interest in her... at least a little bit?
"Maybe he could change." Darn it! She hadn't meant to say that out loud. Could she reform the bad boy? Did she want to?
"He'll never change." Sara practically spit the words at her. "Can't you see what he's doing to you?"
She shook her head.
"He's playing you. He wants you to think he's a nice guy because he knows you won't go for the bad boy."
Not entirely true . She hid her smile in her glass of orange juice. Just thinking about his naughty streak made her tingle.
"After he has his fun with you, he'll get bored and go after the next pretty face he sees." Sara stabbed her oatmeal with her spoon, over and over.
Jane almost felt sorry for it.
"Trust me, I know."
Jane's smile faded. "I know what he does. I know he won't stay with one girl." He'd told her he never would. "And I know he'll lose interest in me sooner or later."
"Probably sooner."
"So why can't I just have fun with him while it lasts? Other girls do."
"Lots of other girls."
"Why can't I be one of them?"
"Why would you want to?"
"Because I want to enjoy life for a change. I want to take a risk. I've always been the careful one, doing what everybody else thought I should do. 'Don't do that, Jane, you might get hurt.' 'Do your homework, Jane, you can have fun later.' Well, it's later. It's finally my turn to have fun."
She threw her dishes in the sink. "So if you can't understand that... fine." She grabbed her backpack and slammed the front door behind her.
Chapter 7
Gray clouds gathered in the western sky, and a cold blast of wind ruffled the pages of Jane's textbook, flipping them to the wrong chapter. She sighed and searched for her place again, but the page she read over and over made no sense anyway.
She closed her book and looked at her watch—half an hour until soccer practice. All day long, she'd stewed over her fight with Sara. They'd avoided each other at lunch, as Sara had sat with her friends from the psychology department, and Jane had sat with the soccer team. Bayfield's cafeteria food had churned in her stomach, so she'd gone outside to read, hoping some fresh air would make her feel
"What the?" Juice dripped from the table onto her pants. "Nice."
Sara shook her head. "Bad idea. Why?"
"Why not?" She mopped up her juice and shot a glare at Sara. She didn't have to explain anything to her. "We had a good time so we decided to do it again."
"Ah, I see." Sara sat down at the table. "You had fun in bed and now you're hooked just like all the other girls he uses."
"We didn't sleep together." She turned on the toaster oven, still puzzled by that.
"Seriously? I thought Austin slept with every girl he went out with."
"I did too, but there's a lot more to him than sex." She couldn't deny that his raw sexuality appealed to her, but Jane kept that thought to herself.
"You're kidding."
"No. He's funny, he's an incredible athlete, and he's a good listener." And an amazing kisser. She closed her eyes, remembering the touch of his lips on hers, his hands in her hair, his tongue in her mouth, his body crushing her... hard, hot, burning.... Smoke? Ack! The toast was on fire.
"This is Austin Sinclair you're talking about."
"Uh-huh." She turned off the toaster oven and waved the smoke away.
"A good listener?"
"Yeah, that was a total surprise."
"I thought Austin only heard what he wanted to."
"Why are you being so hard on him?" Jane didn't want or need Sara's approval, but a little less judgment would be nice. "You don't know anything about him."
"I know enough."
"Only gossip."
"There's a little bit of truth to every rumor." Sara bit a chunk off the burnt toast and tossed the rest of it across the room into the sink.
"Maybe." Jane suddenly remembered what he was doing (and who he was doing it with) when she'd met him. "Probably."
Yet he'd decided to wait. Why would he do that if he had no interest in her... at least a little bit?
"Maybe he could change." Darn it! She hadn't meant to say that out loud. Could she reform the bad boy? Did she want to?
"He'll never change." Sara practically spit the words at her. "Can't you see what he's doing to you?"
She shook her head.
"He's playing you. He wants you to think he's a nice guy because he knows you won't go for the bad boy."
Not entirely true . She hid her smile in her glass of orange juice. Just thinking about his naughty streak made her tingle.
"After he has his fun with you, he'll get bored and go after the next pretty face he sees." Sara stabbed her oatmeal with her spoon, over and over.
Jane almost felt sorry for it.
"Trust me, I know."
Jane's smile faded. "I know what he does. I know he won't stay with one girl." He'd told her he never would. "And I know he'll lose interest in me sooner or later."
"Probably sooner."
"So why can't I just have fun with him while it lasts? Other girls do."
"Lots of other girls."
"Why can't I be one of them?"
"Why would you want to?"
"Because I want to enjoy life for a change. I want to take a risk. I've always been the careful one, doing what everybody else thought I should do. 'Don't do that, Jane, you might get hurt.' 'Do your homework, Jane, you can have fun later.' Well, it's later. It's finally my turn to have fun."
She threw her dishes in the sink. "So if you can't understand that... fine." She grabbed her backpack and slammed the front door behind her.
Chapter 7
Gray clouds gathered in the western sky, and a cold blast of wind ruffled the pages of Jane's textbook, flipping them to the wrong chapter. She sighed and searched for her place again, but the page she read over and over made no sense anyway.
She closed her book and looked at her watch—half an hour until soccer practice. All day long, she'd stewed over her fight with Sara. They'd avoided each other at lunch, as Sara had sat with her friends from the psychology department, and Jane had sat with the soccer team. Bayfield's cafeteria food had churned in her stomach, so she'd gone outside to read, hoping some fresh air would make her feel
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