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back?”
    “Sure. Have fun.”
    “Not likely,” I mumbled.
    “What was that?” he called after me.
    “Nothing.” I walked down the hall and back
into Dylan’s room. I took his boxers off, but kept my tank and
underwear on.
    I’d just gotten comfortable when Dylan
reached out to me. “Hey, baby. What are you doing all the way over
there?”
    I didn’t turn toward him. Maybe if he thought
I was sleeping, he’d go back to bed.
    No such luck. His arm wrapped around my waist
as he kissed the back of my neck. “Why are you wearing
clothes?”
    I didn’t answer.
    “Are you really that uncomfortable being
naked with me? I swear I’m going to get you over this.”
    I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. I
had to put him out of his misery. I rolled over to face him. “I’m
wearing clothes because I went to the bathroom.”
    “You went to the bathroom in just this?” He
ran a hand over my legs.
    “I wore your boxers.”
    “Oh?”
    “I couldn’t find my skirt.”
    “Can I get rid of the shirt now? It’s in my
way.” He moved his hand underneath my tank and stroked my
stomach.
    “You seem to be managing just fine.”
    He ignored me, pushing the tank up over my
head. “That’s better.” He kissed my neck, his lips moving down.
    “How did you just go from sound asleep to
this?” I asked.
    “You have that effect on me.” He moved a
finger under the elastic of my panties. “These are also in my
way.”
    “I don’t think so. You might be waking up,
but I’m finally ready to sleep.”
    “I won’t—”
    I didn’t hear what Dylan was going to say
because his door burst open. I pulled the blankets up around me as
the light burned my eyes.
    “Dylan why aren’t—” Kyle stopped
mid-sentence, noticing me in the bed. Could the night get any
worse? “Oh, shit. Hi, Juliet.”
    “Hi. Could you just leave for one minute so I
can get dressed? Then Dylan is all yours.”
    “No, Jules. You don’t have to go anywhere.”
Jules? No one called me that.
    “Kyle, can you hand me my clothes?”
    “Oh, sure.” He tossed me my skirt. It had
been stuck under Dylan’s desk chair. He took a little longer
tossing over my bra. My tank was right next to the bed where Dylan
had thrown it.
    “Thanks.” I started dressing under the
covers.
    Dylan sat up, nearly exposing me in the
process. “Is there a reason you’re interrupting us?”
    “Yes, of course. And for future reference,
lock your door when you have company.”
    “I did.” Dylan looked at me. “Juliet must
have forgotten when she got back from the bathroom.”
    “Oh. Well, I left you two messages. Mom
called. Dad’s in the hospital.”
    “What? Is it his heart again?”
    “Yes. He’s going to be okay, but he has to
take it easy. Mom wants you to come home for a few days to
help.”
    “Me? Why not you?”
    “It’s freshman year, and I’m pledging. I
can’t.”
    “Fine. I’ll leave in the morning.”
    I finished dressing and pulled back the
blankets. “I’m sorry about your dad.” I found my flip flops and
tried to slip past Kyle, but he stopped me.
    “Juliet? Wait. Are you going back to your
dorm? I’ll walk you.”
    Dylan patted the bed. “You should stay here.
It’s late, and I’m not leaving tonight.”
    “I’m going to go. This was, uh, fun though. I
hope everything goes okay at home.”
    Dylan started to get up but stopped. He
probably remembered he wasn’t wearing anything. “Why are you so
against staying?”
    “I’m not. I wasn’t. It just feels weird
now.”
    “I’ll call you.”
    “Okay, cool.”
    I walked into the hall but hesitated when I
heard Dylan yell, “What the hell, Kyle? I could kill you right
now.”
    “If she was having a good time, she would
have stayed anyway.”
    “Shut the fuck up.”
    It was time to leave. I knew walking home
alone at night was dumb, but I wanted to get away. I looked
straight ahead as I passed through the first floor to the front
door. I sighed with relief when I reached the