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filled my hands with and ached for, even now. Her curves were bold and brightly set off by a red belt and she wore high heels.  
    What happened to her tennis shoes?
    I reached into my front pocket and patted the small jeweler’s box, which now fit uncomfortably there next to my rock-hard erection. She filled me with dreams about home and hearth that I had long-ago vanquished. Long ago given up hoping for.
    T he only “long ago” I wanted was with her, sixty years from now, as we reflected on a life and a love well lived. The dream filled me with a montage of images, from a wedding to a honeymoon to a first house, babies, laughter and love filling my mind. She was beautiful. Amy was everything.  
    E verything.
    But I guess even everything can turn into nothing if you wait long enough.
    Suddenly, Liam appeared right behind her, his hands sliding up her legs under that skirt, one breaking away to cup my dream’s breast and tweak it, that fucker’s chin nuzzling Amy’s neck. I was paralyzed, horror-struck as I watched him touch Amy with a lover’s stroke, her head tipping back to receive him, my stomach shattered like someone punched a wall of glass.  
    Run.
    I turned away and sprinted down the hall, crashing shoulders with Joe.
    “Dude, what the fuck? We’re trying to find you to get the mic set up for your little serenade to Amy—”
    “Cancel it,” I spat out, fingers going nuts on the wall, my body trying to crawl out of itself.
    I couldn’t unsee.
    Unsee .

Amy
    The illicit feeling of Sam’s hands on my legs, my ass, my breasts lingered like the push of a sudden cold wind. “You’re not wearing panties, are you? Good girl,” he murmured, nuzzling my ear.
    Hold on.
    I flushed cold.
    Good girl?
    That was n ot Sam.
    My mind reeled at the musky scent of a man who was Not Sam, touching me and talking to me. I froze, my breath halting in my lungs, my mind screaming.
    “ And you smell so fucking good. I love that perfume.”  
    L iam?
    “Wait. Are you wearing a new bra? Because your tits seem smaller—oh, shit !” Liam’s hands came off me like I was napalm and I’d set his hands on fire.
    “What were you doing ?” I choked out, stepping away, putting as much distance between us as possible . His hands were in the air like he was under arrest. My hands stroked the places he’d just touched, as if I had a chalkboard eraser and could undo what he’d done.  
    “Why are you dressed in Charlotte’s clothes?” he sputtered, face twisted in a mask of confusion, blinking rapidly .
    Charlotte appeared at his side, dressed in my t-shirt. He was right. She was bigger than me in the chest. The t-shirt was way more flattering on her than on me.
    “Amy wanted to dress up, so we swapped,” she explained casually, looping her arm in his as if it were all no big deal .
    Had she seen what just happened? Watched Liam’s hands on my—
    “And if you wanted to cop a feel, all you had to do was ask, Liam,” she said in a mild tone, reaching for his arm and putting his shaking palm on her boob.
    “Oh, shit,” he said, puffing air out of his cheeks. “I swear it was a mistake! I thought Amy was you.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair and gave me a tough-to-decipher look. My body was shaking, disoriented from Liam’s touch, and as someone shouted “FOUR MINUTES!” I realized the only way to center myself was to find Sam.  
    Now.
    “ I need to get out there,” Liam said, eyes flitting between me and Charlotte. He opened and closed his mouth several times, looking pained. Charlotte cocked an eyebrow and bit her lower lip, eyes narrowed. Impossible to decipher, but it looked bad for Liam.  
    “Okay,” I croaked out, following him.
    He turned back at one point and hissed, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”
    I couldn’t breathe. I needed Sam to touch me, to erase the weirdness of Liam’s skin on mine.
    “It’s okay. Really. A simple mistake.”
    “I thought you were Charlotte!”
    She was right