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winds of pleasure.
    “I know, Becca, I can feel it,” he said with a moan, as he kept himself inside of me, as he started to thrust faster and faster with what remained of his erection, not about to let any part of my second orgasm go to waste. Jason pulled me close, locking his mouth onto my neck and biting down, harder than usual, and making me moan as I kept myself wrapped on his softening stiffness, until finally, all that was left was a feeling of pure bliss.
    We lay in the dark, holding each other, and drifted to sleep. Jason and I still hadn’t given what we had a name, but we’d given each other pleasures that nobody else could give us. Our dynamic wasn’t able to be replicated, the same way an artisan luxury good couldn’t be. As I closed my eyes for the last time that night, the only word I thought of was his name. Jason.

Chapter Five:
    W HEN I GOT BACK TO THE HOUSE, the rest of the girls were finishing up breakfast. Kim took me aside, into the hall. “You haven’t been spending as much time with the sisters, now that you’ve been seeing so much of that bartender,” she said, clucking her tongue.
    I wanted to roll my eyes, to tell Kim off, to give her a piece of my mind for once, but I knew she was technically right. I’d been spending more and more time with Jason during my days off, and basically, I was using the sorority like a dorm, as if I was an RA who planned a few mixers and that was it. Mixer season was practically over now that the sorority was spending so much time at Club Grit, but every time I bailed to hang out with Jason, I missed things like late night Starbucks and McDonalds runs, like mooning the frats, like staying up late and watching the sun rise, sitting on the roof with the girls.
    “I’ll make plans, I swear. I’ll hang out with Sam more,” I said, knowing Sam was always up for a good time. She didn’t have a boyfriend or a job to occupy her spare time.
    “Not good enough. You aren’t involved with the freshman as much as you should be. Give her a hand with Emma, take her out with you two, shopping. Ask her about that bouncer while you’re at it. I don’t want her dating a boy like him.” Before I could say something, Kim left,  but I thought to myself about what Kim meant by a “boy like him”. What kind of boy was she insinuating the bouncer was? Just because he had tattoos and a rougher style than Kim was used to didn’t mean she had to be a jerk about it.
    Especially seeing as we both knew her own secret.
    The rest of the week flew by quickly. I texted Jason a bit but I had to focus on school, with midterms coming up. That Friday afternoon, Sam and Emma and I walked down to Rodeo, just a few blocks from campus (like everything in Beverly Hills worth going to). We headed into the Bebe store before making a stop at a Christian Louboutin pop up boutique. On the way back, we stopped at a macaron and cupcake truck. We all ended up with an assortment of goodies. I ended up with glazed Belgian waffles and a powdered sugar doused cronut, plus, an Orangina. As I licked the different kinds of sugars off my lips, I couldn’t help but think about the mixed drinks that Jason made, with all kinds of sugars and salts on their rims, and as I drank the sour Orangina, I thought of the more classic cocktails he could concoct.
    Emma got a bunch of pastel colored macarons: light violet lavender, baby pink rosebud, sheer yellow yuzu fruit, as well as an orange syrup laden Italian soda made into a French crème soda, with whipped cream shaken in, glowing an opaque orange in just the light of the California sun. Samantha went for red velvet cake mini cupcakes and a pie pop: a literal pie on a lollipop stick, oozing blueberry goodness through the quilting, with a San Pellegrino grapefruit soda
    “Tell me about your date with Skylar!” asked Becca.
    “Long story short, it was not the greatest,” said Emma.
    “Nobody wants a short story. Tell all,” demanded Samantha.
    “Alright,