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through me.  Everything tingled, from the tips of my toes that began to curl all the way to the very tip of my nose.
    “Now?” he asked.
    I shook my head.
    He moved his head down and I felt his warm breath on my neck.  My fingers forced their way into his belt from the bottom, trying to pull at him, wanting him tighter against me.  I wanted to feel him grow hard.
    Tatum resisted a little and exhaled again on my neck.
    I moaned.
    “You feel that,” he said.
    “Nope,” I said and smiled.
    Tatum put his lip ring to my neck and moved it slowly, up and down, just a few times.
    “That?”
    “Not a thing,” I whispered.
    My body felt so amazing.  Being drunk, Tatum finally touching me, nothing seemed like it could be better. 
    Tatum pulled his mouth from my neck, but lingered for a few seconds before he retreated back to his original position with our foreheads touching.  I strained my eyes to look into his.  Something still burned, something honest and true.  It was almost overwhelming.  What seemed like a good hookup started to feel like something much greater. 
    “Maggie,” he said. 
    “Tatum,” I replied.
    “I...”
    “Shut up,” I said.
    He swallowed and his right hand crept down from my shoulder.  I tried to turn my head to watch Tatum do whatever he wanted to me.
    “Don’t look away,” he ordered.  “Stare at me.”
    “Okay,” I said.
    His fingertips moved to the strap of my bra.  One of his fingers moved under my bra strap.  He followed it all the way down until his finger was inside my bra.  He added more fingers and with the gentlest command, his hand moved into my bra.  When his fingertips pressed along my nipple, I whimpered.  The pleasure was intense; my knees tired to bend, my aching center sought relief.  His entire hand was then over my breast, cupping me tight.  Tatum’s eyes were locked to mine. 
    “Please,” I whispered.
    Tatum made his growling sound again and he squeezed my chest, once, and then took his hand away.  He backed up and made fists, shaking his head.
    “Maggie, no,” he said.  “No.”
    “Why?  Tell me, Tatum... why?”
    He reached for my shirt and handed it to me.  “Get your shirt on.  Drink some water.”
    “I’m not that drunk,” I said.  It was sort of a lie.  I was drunk, but I wouldn’t wake up the next morning and not remember Tatum.  It wouldn’t be a shock to find him in bed with me.  And I knew I wouldn’t wake and regret him.
    Tatum felt otherwise.
    “I don’t do that stuff,” he said.  “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me and I don’t care what anyone thinks about the band, I can’t do this.”
    “Do what?”
    “Take advantage of a drunk girl,” he said.  “Especially you, Maggie.”
    “Why?  I’m not good enough?”
    Tatum came at me again.  He kept his hands tight in fists and let his body bounce off mine.  He stared daggers at me.  It scared me and turned me on all at the same time. 
    “That’s the thing,” he said, his voice calm and soothing.  “You’re good enough.  You’re more than good enough, Maggie.”  His hand touched my hair, sliding it behind my ear.  “And I don’t want to remember anything happening like this.”
    “Please don’t go,” I said.
    My heart melted, much like my panties, but they were two separate sets of emotions I had to deal with.
    “I won’t go anywhere,” Tatum said.  “I promise.”
    “Sleep with me,” I said.  “I mean, in my bed.  With me.  I want you to hold me.”
    “Maggie,” Tatum tried to say.
    Before I knew it, my hand went up to his mouth.  In my mind, it was supposed to be a romantic move, me covering his mouth so I could say or do something even more romantic.  Instead, I smacked him in the mouth. 
    “I’m sorry,” I said.
    Tatum touched his mouth, his lip ring, and then he said, “Get in bed.”
    I was in no position to argue with Tatum.  I sat on the bed and took the bottle of water, drinking as much I could.  The