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nylon basketball shorts. His right hand was running up and down my arm, grazing the side of my breast. A soft moan escaped and he smiled at me before bringing his lips back down onto mine. I felt him get hard against my stomach.
    I’d never “made out” before and had no clue what I was doing. Alissa told me it would come naturally, but it didn't. When the front door opened and his mom yelled, “I'm home,” I was somewhat relieved. Dillon jumped and pulled me up with him before his mom came around the corner, catching us. I turned and casually said I needed to use the bathroom. Dillon gave me a little smile as I rushed away.
    Turning the corner toward the downstairs bathroom, I ran right into his mom.
    “Hey, Kat!” She smiled at me and giggled. My face must be dark red.
    “Hi, second Mom!” I hurried into the bathroom, shutting the door. Yep, red as an apple. It took a few minutes before my breathing evened out and I went back to my normal pale coloring. I flushed the toilet, making it sound like I really did have to use the bathroom. Dillon was waiting on the other side of the door, smiling at me.
    “Sorry, I didn't think she would be home so soon.”
    “Shhh. She may hear you.” I winked at him. He took my hand and led me into the back yard. We sat down on the porch swing that faced the swimming pool.
    “I know it seems like I'm moving too fast, but since we've known each other for like forever, I feel like I can be bold.” He grabbed my hand and I didn't respond, wondering where this was going. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can, not as Alissa's brother, but as your boyfriend.”
    “My boyfriend?” I giggled a little. I deserved to be giddy!
    “I know that sounds immature and stupid but… is that okay with you?”
    “Oh, yeah. Now come here,” I said, pulling his face closer.
    He groaned a little at the contact and pulled me into his side, throwing his arm around me. I got chills. “So catch me up on what's been going on.”
    “Aside from Matt inviting himself into my house while drunk, or a group of high school kids dying from drugs, there really isn't too much to tell,” I said sarcastically. He looked at me confused, so I filled him in.
    His cheeks flushed and he stared straight ahead. I could tell he wasn’t happy. “Do you think Matt will leave Alissa alone for good now?”
    “I'm sure he will. I actually liked Matt but don't tell Alissa I said that. He was really good to her and she really liked him until Scott entered the picture.”
    Dillon’s body relaxed against mine and he started playing with my fingers as I talked about the L.S.A.B. meetings.
    “What's the deal with this Scott guy?”
    “I don't know very much about him and, honestly, neither does Alissa, though she’ll never admit it. She thinks he’s harmless but the jury’s out for me.” I shrugged. I wanted to tell him about what I saw but I knew he would say something to her.
    “He owns the gym?”
    “Yeah. He seems really young to own a gym.”
    “Well, maybe I’ll check into it a little,” he said, kissing my head.
    We sat in silence for a few minutes. I didn’t know what else to talk about. I felt him move around a little and when I looked up, he was laughing. “What’s so funny?” I asked, confused.
    “Nothing’s funny exactly, it’s just weird because I’m not sure what to talk to you about.” He kissed my head again, pulling me closer. “We’ve talked before, but now I’m really conscious about what I want to say to you.”
    I laughed with him. “I know exactly what you mean. I’m sure it’ll just take some time to get used to being together as a couple.”
    “So, I can’t give you a hard time anymore or fart and laugh about it?” He tickled my sides, which he knew drove me crazy.
    I smacked his hand away, making my grossed out face. “That’s disgusting no matter who you’re around.” I jumped up as he kept trying to tickle me.
    He held his hands up in surrender. “Fine, I