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seems very nice and is definitely not aloof. Of course, that could be because there’s no one around that knows him. He obviously doesn’t feel like he has to put on a show.

Chapter 3
    When I wake up the next morning, I can’t believe my eyes. I’m not in my own bed, and not even in my own room. I raise my throbbing head and realize I’m wearing a Ramones T-shirt that’s way too big for me.
    “Oh, good, you’re awake.”
    I make a face. “Good morning,” I moan.
    Gavin hands me a glass of water and an aspirin. “After all that wine, I’m sure you can use this.”
    I accept gratefully. “Yeah, thanks.” After I wash the aspirin down with half of the water I put the glass on the bedside table. “Why am I still here?”
    “Because after the second glass you got totally sloshed. You couldn’t even talk straight, let alone walk, so I didn’t want to just put you in a taxi. I decided to let you stay the night here,” he answers as he sits on the edge of the bed.
    I rub my eyes. “I hope I didn’t say anything to embarrass myself.”
    “Not really. Children and drunks almost always tell the truth, and you let me in on a few details.” He grins. It feels like there’s a jackhammer pounding in my head.
    “What did I say?”
    “At some point you started to cry and told me you were unhappy with your life.”
    Shit! I definitely shouldn’t have had that second glass. After the moment I joked about blushing, I have absolutely no memory. I obviously blacked out at exactly the point where the evening got really interesting. What a drag.
    “You said something about haters, and you showed me your Facebook page. I couldn’t help writing a few nice comments under your posts and photos so those idiots weren’t the only ones taking up space.” He strokes my cheek with his finger. “I’m really sorry that they attacked you like that.”
    “There are worse things,” I say. “Like my headache.” My voice sounds like I’m suffering. I am, and how. I hate it when I don’t stop myself and just keep drinking. I should have drunk the water instead; that would have been a lot smarter.
    “And you’re wearing that shirt because I didn’t want to put you in bed in your clothes. Not that you threw up on yourself or anything, but I thought you’d be more comfortable.”
    “Thanks.” I put my hand on his to take it off my cheek, but then he suddenly bends closer and kisses me. At the first second, I’m completely shocked, but then I find myself returning his kiss. As our lips touch tentatively, he puts one hand on my back. With the other, he pushes me slowly backward onto the mattress so I have to arch my spine to keep from pinning his hand under me. Then his hand starts exploring. It glides down over my breasts to the bottom of my shirt, and slips underneath. I gasp as his cold fingers brush against my side.
    And then, just as suddenly as he started, he stops. Gavin pulls back from me and looks at me again. “Sorry . . . I have no idea what got into me. I’ll go take a cold shower.” Then he jumps up and goes into the bathroom without giving me a chance to tell him that everything’s OK.
    He thinks I’m ugly is the first thing that runs through my mind. Despite feeling like I was run over by a truck last night, I manage to get up and look for my clothes, which I find lying on a chair. I pull them on over the T-shirt, in too much of a rush to bother taking it off. I have to get out of here. I have to go home and check if there’s anything on the dance school schedule today, anyway. I hear the shower starting as I leave the bedroom. There’s a notepad and pen on the dining table, so I write Gavin a note:
     
    Thanks for letting me stay the night! It would be nice if you could bring my bike to the dance school, and please tell Jake he should put it in the garage if I don’t have a class today. See you! Lane.

    I take a taxi home.
    “Oh, God, you’re finally here!” Macey cries. “Where have you