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handling me so freely, a familiar voice whispered next to my ear.
    "It would be a shame to ruin such a perfect stomach with this garbage." As he spoke, his hands slid from my hips and moved forward and down to fan across my lower abdomen. The tips of his long fingers brushed the top of my mound through my skirt, and chills skated the length of my body.
    I pushed back against him to break free and I spun around, my face hot.
    "Don't do that," I said in a hushed tone, my eyes darting left and right to see who had witnessed the display of intimacy.
    "Don't do what?" he asked, the smile on his face going all the way to his eyes.
    "Touch me like that. People will think we're . . . ." My face grew hotter at my unfortunate choice of words, remembering that any thoughts "people" got would be right on target. Nick had no qualms about putting words to my thought.
    ". . . having sex?"
    I felt like I'd swallowed my tongue. "Nick!"
    He smiled, clearly amused by my outrage. "Oh, hell, Angel, they're going to talk no matter what we do or don't do. Just being seen together is scandalous. Imagine what your friends are thinking now."
    I refused to look at them, afraid they would be watching. Nodding his head in their direction, he again prompted me to look.
    I sneaked a peek as he continued. "They'll look over at us, then turn away and start talking, then they'll look at us again."
    Sure enough, they did just as he bad predicted. I didn't think my face could get any hotter, but it did.
    "Have you told them about us, Angel?" He leaned in to whisper the sentence into my ear, the very ear he had nibbled a few nights earlier. The feel of his warm breath against my skin sent shivers of desire up and down my spine. "Did you tell them what we did to each other?"

    I turned toward my tray, silent and refusing to meet his eyes.
    "Nah, I didn't think so," he continued. "Well, how 'bout we really give them something to talk about." He turned me around to face him and meant to take me in his arms. I stepped, almost jumped, back.
    "No!" I said, a bit too loudly, making nearby lunchers turn to stare at us.
    I turned back toward my tray and realized I was at the end of the line by the cashier with absolutely nothing on my tray. The cashier looked at me with more than a hint of annoyance in her small, heavily lined eyes.
    "No, what," she asked, her pinched red mouth chewing a wad of gum.
    I was hungry but I couldn't go back through the line without further embarrassing myself. My eyes fell to Nick's tray. Somehow along the line, he had chosen a burger and the pizza, two cartons of milk, and two apples. He had multiple hands, I decided.
    "No," I repeated, "I am not paying for his lunch." I grabbed one of the apples on his tray. "But he's paying for mine."
    Leaving my tray in line, I crunched into the apple and stormed away from Nick toward my friends, the sound of his laughter in my ears and the burning touch of his eyes on my backside.
    The deluge of questions started the minute I sat down.
    "What was that about?" Gena began.
    "Yeah, he's, like, not your type at all," Zoe chirped in.
    "Oh, he was just being a jerk."
    Shame washed over me and I immediately wanted to retract the lie. I felt like I had betrayed Nick by adding to the already huge pile of rumors going around about him.
    Gina eyed me like I'd sprouted another nose on my face, but I quickly switched the subject to how horrible the food was. In truth, the apple I'd bitten into tasted like ash in my mouth. Thankfully, neither said anything else about Nick.
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    The library was all but deserted when I went in during lunch the following day to find a book for my history report. My concentration was on the row of books in front of me, so I didn't see Nick until he stood before me.
    Our eyes met, saying everything our words couldn't. Things like I want your hands on me. I want to kiss you. I want your body on mine.
    He moved toward me, slowly, backing me up until I reached the wall at the end of the