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a dick,” I say, shuffling my feet. Heat burns under my cheek, but I ignore it. “I’m going to take a bath,” I say.
       “Wait! Don’t you want to study with us? We have test three tomorrow in Literature of the South. Come on,” Cindy says, waving me over. I eye Mittens, who yawns and stretches her neck so Taylor can scratch her. Then I eye the other chair in between Brett and Taylor. Too close to Taylor. I don’t need to be that close.
       “I’ll pass.”
       I take as long as I can in the shower. I’m hoping they’ll be gone by the time I get out. I can hear Cindy laughing and I know they’re still there. Truth is, I do need to study, but I know I won’t get any studying done in there with them. Aggravated, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me. I feel refreshed, not to have the grim from work on me. Coffee smells great, but not when its fifty different kinds blended together over a day’s work. At least when I work at the pool hall, if you call that work, I don’t have to get all dirty.
       I crack the door open, and dash across the hallway to my bedroom. I don’t look to see if they see me, I don’t want to know.
       I lock the door and scream when I look at my bed. Taylor is laying on my bed, big combat boots on my clean sheets. His hands are intertwined behind his head and he is smiling.
       “Get out of my room, Taylor, and get your nasty boots off my bed,” I say, clenching the towel tighter to me.
       He eyes my movement and sits up, hair a brown mess on top of his head. “You look mad, Lay. What’s wrong?” he asks.
       I see one of my heels lying next to my closet door and I debate throwing it at his head. “I’m mad because you’re here.”
       He furrows his brow, momentarily serious, before smiling again. “What?” he stands up. “Didn’t have fun last night? Seems to me like you did, you were rather hot for me. I even made you come.”
       Burst of flames rocket under my skin. He is not talking about this. “Shut up, you’re delusional. I did not come.”
       He smiles, and rocks back on his heels. “On the contrary, Layla. You did.” He steps closer to me. “You even moaned my name. You kissed me, you let me take those nice breast in my mouth. You wanted me.” His lip lifts. “And for some reason, you left me, hot and heavily horny for you. That’s fine, if you say stop, I’ll stop. But,” he holds one finger up. I blush, knowing he stroked me with that finger last night. “I want to know why you left me naked last night. Why you deny wanting me now?”
       He is only a foot away from me now, gray eyes staring down on me. My mouth is dry, but I force to swallow. “I told you, I’m not interested. I got…caught up in the moment.” It sounded way better in my head.
       Taylor steps forward, my back hitting the door. He leans in. “And I told you, I wasn’t buying it. I know you’re lying. I want to know why? Why can’t you just admit you find me attractive?”
       I’m gritting my teeth. I want to slam my palm into his face. Why can’t he just give up? “Look, I never said I didn’t find you attractive.” I give him a once over. “You’re… okay and everything. It’s just not what I need in my life. I’m not a booty call.”
       “I’m okay ?” he asks, crossing his arms. “Just okay? Last night seemed like more than okay? For someone that doesn’t want to get too close to someone, why would having a one-night stand hurt you?”
       I bite my lip. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
       He lifts an eyebrow. “I never asked you to be. I’m not exactly interested in just one night, Layla.” His gray eyes travel down my legs. I pull my towel tighter. “One night with you would never be enough.”
       Heat builds between my legs, but I force it out. I can’t fall into his trap. He says this to every girl he is ever with. He is a manipulator. So are you. I shake my head.
       “That’s worse,”