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everyone needs to let go once in a while.” She placed her slender hands on Lorna’s shoulders. “Think you can try to let loose this weekend? You don’t want to be one of those people who up and cracks one day. Goes ‘postal’ or something.”
    The image fetched a froth of giggles. Lorna pushed the slender girl back so they both landed on the pile of bags.
    “When you put it that way, what choice do I have?”
    Natasha shimmied back to reach inside their cooler and toss Lorna cold one.
    Lorna caught the beer easily.
    Natasha peeked outside the tent flap before pulling her head back inside. “Men,” she squealed. “We’re surrounded on both sides by M-E-N!”
    “There’s that expensive education coming to good use.” Lorna crawled to the tent flap. “You can spell.”
    “One-two-three, let’s down these and go exploring,” Natasha said. 
    “Okay, on three.”
    Music pulsated through Lorna’s veins, making her one with the camaraderie instead of simply a spectator. With no shortage of liquid spirits, Lorna’s shyness ebbed following Natasha’s lead.
    Natasha jerked her arm, almost knocking Lorna off her unsteady legs. “Don’t look now,” she hissed, directing her strong chin toward a group of rugby guys bench-pressing girls from the cheer squad. “There’s Mitchell Morgan. Didn’t you tutor him or something? You get all the luck. How many times did he ask you out?”
    Through fuzzy vision, Lorna honed in on the man. Her insides quickened. “I don’t know, maybe a couple of times. He wasn’t serious.”
    “Wasn’t serious, my ass. How many times did he show up at the dorm?” Natasha maneuvered them closer to the action. “Really, what more could you ask for? Built with a sense of humor and those ‘see you in the bedroom’ blue eyes.”
    Only because he doesn’t know I’m spoiled goods , Lorna took another drink to cover the jitter of her heart. No man will ever want what’s inside this package once they realize…
    Within the crush of bodies and alcohol haze, Lorna considered perhaps for one night she could let it all go. She would be like everyone else, not flawed, not damaged, but free to do as she pleased.
    Someone handed her a shot and she downed the contents, wheezing with the after burn. She joined the gyrating figures, stomping on the grass, hands in the air. Someone handed her another and soon her hair flowed about her shoulders.
    She spotted Mitch on the edge of the dancers. Here was her chance. Emboldened by booze, Lorna opened another button on her blouse and made her way towards her conquest.
    As if drawn to her like a needle at the end of a thread, she watched while he stepped back from the conversation at her approach. His face in shadow, she couldn’t read his expression.
    “You let your hair down.”
    With a self-conscious gesture, she reached to smooth the locks. Her breath labored as though running. Taking her courage by the shot-glass, she stepped closer. “Y-you never called,” she slurred and ended on a hiccup.
    The gleam of his white teeth reflected in the dim light. “No.” He drew out the word, his lips moved to her ear. “You didn’t take my calls. You never answered the door.”
    Her insides tuned to a quavering mass while his breath tickled her ear. She swayed back a step. “Oh.”
    His eyes crinkled and his smile widened. He had deep dimples.
    Without a word, he placed a hand on the small of her back and turned her towards the dancers. The warmth from his fingers radiated through her entire length. Entering the tussle of writhing bodies, he turned her in his arms, hands snug to her hips.
    His lips caressed the flower of her ear, his deep voice throaty. “I knew there was something in you just waiting.”
    The feel of his hard body intoxicated her more than the alcohol. “I’m s-sure there’s a lot more to me than—than y-you imagined.”
    With his tongue spreading a moist trail of desire, she found it increasingly hard to concentrate.
    “There