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She was going to let me see her naked and make her come. She was going to let me touch her and taste every part of her that Mathlete Matt was too selfish to invest his time in.  
    But I had time. I had all the time in the world to watch her take all I had to give her.  
    Pun intended.  
    Yeah, I was gonna have a field day with this project. I wasn’t going to rush a single minute of it. And I most certainly wasn’t going to tell her what the word fap meant. It was too glorious of a joke to share.
    I wondered what her apartment looked like. What her tits would feel like in my hands. What her face did when she had an orgasm, and if she even knew how to have one.  
    I wondered who the asshole was she thought about when she slipped her hands down her panties and closed her eyes to touch herself. If she even did that in the first place.  
    I was getting hard just thinking about showing her all the ways she could get wet and shrug off her prissy façade. I wanted to look up at her from between her thighs and listen for her to call my name, which she would by the end.
    The ride to her apartment made my stomach tighten, and I drove too fast, keeping up with her so she couldn’t lose me in traffic. There was no way in hell this wasn’t happening.

5.

    Dawn
    Warner followed me back to my apartment after classes. I tried to calm my nerves as he tailed my ass so close it was as if he were sitting in the backseat of my car instead of his own. Sitting through my other class had been sheer torture as I tried to figure out just how everything would go down once we made it to my place. The anticipation was making me nauseous. And excited.
    Once at the apartment, I didn’t wait for him to get out of his car before I headed straight inside and up two flights of stairs to my floor. With shaky hands, I threw my front door open and stepped to the side. Then, as soon as Warner crossed the threshold, I grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Up on my tiptoes, I watched from my periphery as the door swung shut and cloaked us in darkness.
    With every ounce of confidence I had in myself, I pressed my lips to his and kissed the hell out of him.
    The jerk laughed .
    “What are you doing?” he whispered between his chuckling.
    My lips were still pressing to his as I huffed. “This was the plan, right?”
    He pushed back with gentle hands and slipped away from me to fumble around for a light switch. A click later left us bathed in the ugly yellow glow of the overhead kitchen light, making the situation all too real.
    I was in my apartment.
    With Warner Green.
    To have sex.
    “I need a drink. Do you need a drink?” My hands flailed about my face as I brushed by him to retrieve some tequila from the freezer.
    He leaned on the bar that was facing my fridge and gave me a bemused look. “Nah. I’m straight. Thanks, though.”
    I nodded and filled a shot glass, tossing it back without a chaser and winced as it burned my throat. Licking salt would have taken too much time, so I refilled the tumbler and took a second one faster than the first.
    Warner whistled. “Wow. I’m just seeing a whole new side of you tonight.”
    “Please. You keep acting like you know me.”
    His expression turned to hurt for just a second before he recovered and scooted away from the bar to roam about my living room. A few feet into the small space and he stopped, leaning over my desk to survey the picture I had hanging there. His eyebrows shot up, and he turned around to face me as I leaned against the wall, letting the alcohol sink in.
    “Is this the guy you picture when you’re writing?”
    My eyes flicked to the cutout from the  TRON promotion that I had posted above my desk. With a nod, I told him, “Mm-hmm, Mr. Hedlund. He’s my Vlad.”
    Warner’s eyes sparkled as he looked him up and down again. Wiping his hands down his face, he lowered them to shrug off his jacket and lean in to take a closer look at the picture. “Are you