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my shirt. We’re miles away from Connecticut, from Ephemeral, from anything or anyone who could ever stand in our way.
    It’s just Laken and me, the first girl I kissed—the first girl who drove me to the brink of bodily insanity, still does.
    It feels as if we’ve waited a lifetime for this very kiss—two lifetimes.
    We have.
    If anyone thinks they’re going to pull us apart they’re wrong.
    And if he tries, Cooper Flanders is a dead man.
    He might be already.
     

 
2
     
In too Deep

     
    Laken
     
    The dove grey clouds remain resilient to the sun’s silent plea to break through as Wes walks me back to my dorm in the morning.
    “Do me a favor.” He lends me a kiss before pulling back with his eyes half-closed. Wesley is a god during waking hours but this sleepy version of him is sexier than hell, and my stomach pinches with grief because I think so—because I stayed up half the night telling him how much I care about him with the kisses that poured from my mouth. And then there is Coop. My heart mourns for both him and who I had become overnight. Here I am, the girl who kissed two boys and I hate her. I need to stop her and settle my heart before it ever happens again.
    “What’s the favor?” I cut a quick glance toward Austen House and note one of the front doors is slightly ajar. A part of me wonders if I’ll find Coop in my room wanting an account of where I’ve been and what we’ve been doing. But that’s not his style. I feel like an ass for everything that’s transpired over the last twenty-four hours. Maybe I can tell him I’m whoring myself out to Wes to get our families out of hock?  I look up at Wes and lock eyes. Maybe I am.
    He squints. “Don’t tell Jen or Fletch anything just yet.”
    And there it is. Why do I get the feeling Wes is already looking for a way to contain the situation—that me and my newfound knowledge have somehow become a threat to more than just the Counts, but to Wes himself? I had become the grassfire, and he’s the kindling.
    “I’ll wait.” I offer a chaste peck and wave as he heads towards Henderson Hall.
    I step into Austen House to find Jen, Grayson, and Kresley huddled in the common room as I quietly make my way up the stairs.
    “And where do you think you’re going?” Jen’s voice cuts across the expanse like a chainsaw. “Get right back down here, young lady. And don’t think I didn’t notice you’ve been missing all night.”
    Perfect. After everything that’s happened, it’s going to be Jen and her militant supervision that’s going to push me to stab my eye out with the first pointy object I see. Grayson’s stilettos stare back at me as if volunteering, and I let out a breath.
    Kresley narrows her puke-green eyes on me. “So who was the flavor of the night? Wes or Coop? Let me guess— both .” Her makeup has run down her cheeks. She looks puffy and red eyed as if she’s been crying. Her hair is unusually messy. It’s only then I notice both she and Grayson are still wearing the same skanky costumes from last night.
    “None of your business.” I plop next to Jen and wait for the lecture to ensue, so I can get the hell upstairs and get some serious shuteye. Time travel and dueling boyfriends has left me tired as shit.
    “Well, it’s my business,” Jen spits it out like a threat. “And you’d damn well pony up the truth.”
    I swallow hard because Jen just let an expletive fly, and I happen to know that this version of my sister, who also happens to be the biologically correct one, rarely ever lets a four-letter word rip from her mouth.
    “I was with Wes.”
    “But you left with Cooper.” Grayson opens those magenta pillows she calls lips, and swear to God, I expect a bat to fly out, or at least a new strain of herpes. Grayson is Ephemeral’s own budding porn star. She starred in a low budget action flick last month, Power Position . It’s already out on DVD and heavily discounted, and, sadly, a petty part of me finds mild