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Grier.” Those molten chocolate eyes of his looking at both of us—interested, amused.
    â€œYeah, thanks.” I wave. “See you tomorrow.”
    I figure Grier will be right on my heels, so when she’s not, and still isn’t in the locker room by the time I’ve got my clothes pulled on over my suit, I’m perplexed but also annoyed. I suck in a breath, hold it deep for a count of twenty, and then let it out slow. Oxygen always helps rejuvenate the brain. Fine.Whatever. So she’s got the hots for some new guy on the team. She’ll flirt with him for a few days, and then she’ll find out he’s a douchebag or, worse, an actual person with feelings and opinions and problems, and then she’ll get bored and drop him. I can deal with it. I’ve seen it before.
    But on my way back out, I practically run smack into her. Her face is electric, and she’s squealing.
    â€œMy phone, my phone, my phone,” she gushes, scrambling to her locker and rummaging inside, murmuring numbers.
    â€œI’ve gotta go, Grier. And hey—nice show out there. Way to be subtle.”
    But she doesn’t even hear me. Instead she taps her screen and pounds her feet on the slick floor, squealing again.
    â€œGrier, come on. Louis is—”
    â€œCheck it,” she pants, coming over. “Just read it and weep.”
    She holds her phone up in my face. The contacts screen. HOT G it reads. That, and his number.

7
    HOME. DUMP BAG. QUICK CHAT with Mom, and then I’m out of the house again. It’s a short walk between my place and Charlie’s, but the whole time all I can think about is Grier. And Gavin. What the hell, about getting his number on the first day, acting so airheadish and dumb? What the hell about Read it and weep?
    The place between my shoulder blades hardens beyond the usual. I mean, of course he was into her. Who wouldn’t be into some pixie girl with big boobs drooling all over him? It’s just that, even only a month ago, Grier had the boobs and she had some guts. Guys would throw themselves at her, sure, but she’d chew them up for breakfast. It was one of my very favorite things to watch. So why now? Why this guy? What the hell ishappening with her—doing everything so gushy and wrong? He isn’t that special. I saw his face. And, yeah, he was interested in her. Boring, obvious, fine.
    Yet, if I think about it, he was also into me .
    The idea makes me feel the sharp, intensely focused way I do right before a race. That, and a little turned on.
    Charlie answers the door in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, hair still wet from showering after his own swim practice. I’m so revved up I want to jump him right then, but first we have to small-talk with his mom and sisters before we get to go upstairs to “study.” As soon as his bedroom door’s shut behind him though, I grab his face and mash my mouth against his.
    â€œWhoa, hey,” he says, laughing softly while I pull off his shirt.
    I kiss him again, holding onto his ribs, pulling him close, kneading the ridges of his muscles with my warm fingertips. He kisses back slower, walking us both awkwardly over to his bed. We’ve only actually done it twice, though we’ve fooled around plenty. I think, after such a long and serious relationship with Sarah, Charlie doesn’t know how to just do it yet. It’s like he believes it needs to be special every time.
    Or that we have to talk first.
    â€œYou feeling better about earlier?” he asks, absently stroking my chest. “Grade reports?”
    I shrug, thinking of Gavin, not grades. And showing Grierwhat a predictable bore he is. I pull off my shirt, press my mouth hungrily against Charlie’s. His hand skims down the knobby line of my backbone to cup my pointy pelvis. I press my hands flat against his shoulder blades, pulling him down with me. I want him. I want him now, now, now. No talking. No