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trying to get up it fast enough. My shoes slosh down the dock, clothes also heavy with water.
    “Hey, wait up.”
    She glances back once before closing the sliding door behind her. I slip as I run up the deck steps but recover quickly and kick off my shoes before heading in the house. Rod is still facedown on the couch, but Becca is nowhere to be seen. I debate whispering her name as I continue to walk deeper in the house. I hear the floor creak upstairs. I catch sight of light from a door cracked open slightly, and I can’t get up the steps fast enough. I pause before it – something about this should bother me. There is something wrong with this. I don’t have time to think about it because the door opens. Becca has a yellow towel over her shoulders. Her see-through shorts peek out from underneath it. Her eyes are almost crystal clear when she tilts her head to the side.
    “Took you long enough.” With that, she turns and heads back inside. This girl, I think I’ve had her all wrong. I follow her inside. When she turns back around to me, I notice she’s biting her lip. “You’re going to get sick—Do you want some dry clothes?”
    “You have clothes here?”
    “No, but I can dig through the dressers.” She bends over slightly, tossing around things inside the drawers until she finds what she’s looking for. Her nimble fingers shake out the hoodie before she tosses it to me. “See if that fits.”
    I try to meet her gaze again, but her head is turned, looking for something else. Becca pulls out a navy sweatshirt for herself. My eyes can’t seem to look away when she pulls the wet shirt over her shoulders, exposing the back of her baby blue bra. The sweatshirt slips over her head and she wiggles it all the way down over her hips. I don’t know what size it is, but it covers pretty much half her body. Next, her fingers unbutton her shorts and she steps out of them. Unfortunately, I never get to see her pink thong because of that darn hoodie. I don’t realize I’m staring until her head twists to the side.
    I’m totally caught.
    Instead of drawing attention to my lack of discretion, she begins laying out her wet clothes over a chair. Coming back to reality, I rip my wet shirt off and toss it onto a chair in the corner. I slip my arms into the sweatshirt. It’s tight against my biceps, but it seems to fit. She turns at the sound of the zipper sliding down the track. Her blue eyes are a little hazy as they only shoot me a passing glance before she slips into the comforter. I kick off my soaking wet shorts before sitting down on the bed beside her, not really knowing what to expect.
    I’ve done my share of one-night stands, but this somehow feels… different.
    “You know, I’ve heard all these stories about this college legend named Smith, but I never would have guessed they were all about you .”
    “What kind of stories? I’d love to hear all about this legend .”
    She giggles, and that laugh of hers causes a smile to spread on my own face. “Well, I’ve heard about countless football plays. Then there was the girl you made jump out of your window. Oh, and who can forget the pledge that walked the campus stark naked across the hill?”
    I glance past her. “Yeah, those were some good times. And in my defense, I didn’t make that girl jump out the window – I just told her to hide. I wasn’t allowed overnight guests when I was only a pledge. She chose to jump.”
    “Such a gentleman you are.” Her sarcasm only makes her more attractive. There’s nothing sexy about a robot that says what you want to hear.
    My shoulders shrug. “I try.”
    “Well, the infamous Smith, enlighten me with some other stories.”
     

     
    Those were the last words I remember her speaking. The rest was me, blabbing on and on, story after story. She listened intently to everything. I don’t think I’ve ever talked this much to any girl. Her eyes are warm and my drunken mouth doesn’t seem to want to stop. I told