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slipped them on just as he hit play .
    “The
Runaways?” Libby listened, a smile curling the corners of her mouth.
    He found it
hard to not lean over and kiss her, both because she was so irresistible and
because she’d instantly recognized the band. He held his breath as she situated
herself with her head in his lap, her long legs stretched out, settling her yellow-and-blue
stockinged feet halfway up his wall.
    “Awesome,”
she murmured, her eyes tilting back to him, and he noticed they were a shade of
blue so incredible he was sure the color couldn’t have occurred anywhere in
nature. “Spin me some tunes, Mr. DJ.”
    He did, and
although he had his own set of headphones on, he wasn’t sure he really heard any
of the music he played for her. His senses were otherwise engaged, feeling the
silky brush of her hair against his arm, her neck arched over the swell of his
thigh, her pulse beating time at the hollow of her soft, pale throat.
    He stared at
her like a starving man in a prison cell watching a buffet parade by. The way
her sweater pulled up when she stretched gave him an astonishing and
intoxicating glimpse at the dip of her navel. To Henry, she smelled like rain
and sweet corn and fields of poppies, like every good thing he could imagine,
and he wanted to lose himself in the experience of her completely.
    And that’s
just what happened. He forgot everything but Libby. They’d been listening to
music and talking for hours when Dean showed up. Libby had her own iPod with
her, and they went through each other’s song lists, him poking fun of her Dave
Matthews collection and Libby teasing him about owning anything by John Mayer.
They’d been so engaged, Henry had almost forgotten he had a roommate.
    “Did you see
that touchdown?” Dean burst through the door, tossing his jacket at his desk
chair. Libby was now sitting next to Henry on his bed, both of them wearing
headphones, and they viewed each other guiltily. Neither of them had thought to
check the football scores.
    “We creamed
them! Twenty-eight to nine! Boo-yah!” Dean pumped his fist in the air. “I had
four guys on me, and I’m running like this…” Dean squatted low and ran in
place, head down. “And this jackhole comes around this side like he’s superman
or something, ready to tackle me.” Dean weaved, first left, then right. “And
I’m like, I don’t think so!” Dean slammed an invisible football down onto the
floor. “Touchdown!”
    “Good game.”
Henry flipped through his iPod, hitting play.
    Libby
covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. The song was Carly Simon’s “You’re So
Vain.”
    “You guys
saw it, right?”
    “Sure,”
Libby agreed, sliding her headphones down around her neck. “Great job.”
    “Thanks.”
Dean flopped down on his bed. Henry saw his eyes narrow when he realized how close
the two of them were sitting on the bed. “So uh…you two look cozy.”
    “We’ve just
been listening to music, waiting for you.” Libby took her headphones off,
handing them to Henry.
    “Everything
go okay at the frat?” Henry turned his iPod off, tossing it aside.
    “All set.”
Dean’s grin widened. “Pledge week is gonna be a blast.”
    “For
everyone but the pledges,” Libby muttered, picking invisible fuzz off her
sweater.
    “Well, I’m
glad you like the roommate.” Dean leaned back against the wall, real casual,
but Henry heard the edge in his voice. “It’s always good when everyone gets
along.”
    “Speaking of
roommates.” Libby swung her legs off the edge of the bed. “What do you guys say
we double with mine? She’s really sweet, very pretty, and she just broke up
with her boyfriend.”
    “Uh-oh.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “On the rebound?”
    “I think she
just needs to go out and have some fun, you know?”
    “There’s a
new horror flick playing at the Goodrich,” Henry offered. “ Let Me In. A
vampire movie. A real one.”
    “As long as they
don’t sparkle, I’m there,” Libby insisted,