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sex.
    “If you don’t finish that drink in thirty
seconds, I’m carrying you upstairs.”
    “Dylan, I don’t think—”
    He brushed some hair that had fallen out of
my bun from my face and leaned over to speak quietly. “We don’t
have to do anything you don’t want to. You know that.”
    “So, it’s okay if I go?”
    “If I really thought you wanted to, I’d take
you home right now. I think you want to stay but you feel
embarrassed. Am I right?”
    “Yeah.” I tried to smile. At least he got
it.
    “I’m sorry. I could have done this better. I
just like showing you off.”
    “I’m nothing to show off.” I looked down.
    “Oh, Juliet, you most definitely are. Every
guy in here, even the ones with girlfriends, wants to be me right
now.”
    I’m sure I blushed. “You don’t have to say
things like that.”
    “It’s the truth. Why do you think you got the
job? That guy wants you.”
    “No, that’s not true.”
    “It is, but it’s okay because he can’t have
you. I’m not sharing you.” He leaned over and kissed me. There was
nothing gentle about the kiss. He pushed into my mouth. It took me
a moment to respond, but I couldn’t help it. The guy could kiss. By
the time he pulled away, with a huge grin on his face, I was like
putty in his hands.
    He smiled, brushing a finger over my now
swollen lips. “Ready?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Good.” He took my cup from me and set it
down on the bottom stair.
    Taking my hand, he led the way. Cat calls
followed us. “Have a good time, you two!” I knew that was Ryan.
    We were almost out of sight when Dylan
slapped my ass. “Don’t wait up for us. We won’t be coming back down
tonight.”
    “Was that necessary?”
    “Completely.” He opened up his door and
switched on the overhead light. I looked around. The main furniture
in the room was a double bed pushed against the wall, a dresser,
and a desk under the window. Everything was neat and orderly. It
was exactly the opposite of Reed’s room. The background picture on
his computer was from the beach at Kiawah. Nervous as I was, it was
comforting to see a familiar image.
    Dylan closed and locked the door. “Finally, I
have you to myself.” He didn’t waste any time. His arms wrapped
around my waist, and he leaned down to kiss me. I groaned as his
tongue once again pushed its way into my mouth. He moved a hand
under my tank top and bra. He squeezed my breast harder than I’d
expected.
    He didn’t seem to notice. He used his other
hand to unbutton my skirt and tug it down over my hips. By the time
it hit the floor, he had his hand moving underneath the cotton
fabric of my panties. I definitely hadn’t worn that pair with the
intent of having sex. They were light purple and definitely not
sexy. I don’t think he noticed them before pushing them down as
well. He stopped kissing me long enough to pull off my tank top and
to unclasp my bra. He took a step back and watched me. I
instinctively covered myself with my arms.
    “Nuh uh. No covering yourself.” He pulled the
hair tie out of my hair.
    I’d never felt more exposed. I was completely
naked, and he was completely dressed. Something snapped. “I can’t
do this.”
    I started getting dressed.
    “Juliet, no. Stop.”
    “No. I’m going.”
    “Why? You were totally into it.”
    “I—”
    “Wait, you’re not self-conscious about your
body, are you?”
    I looked down, relieved to at least have my
underwear and bra on.
    “Aren’t you the girl who was skinny
dipping?”
    “Not really. That isn’t what I’m normally
like. Plus, it was dark out, and I was caught up in the moment by
the time we got to your room.”
    Dylan turned on his lamp and turned off the
overhead light. He walked over to the bed and pulled back the
blanket and sheet. “You’re not getting away with this every time,
but I want you comfortable.”
    “Oh. You still want to, then?”
    “Are you crazy? Of course I do. You get me
all worked up and then try to run out on me.”