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quite succeed. I looked back up, to find a smile playing on his face. “We can all shower, get dressed—though don’t feel obliged to change on our account”—he looked me over—“and find each other in the lobby.”
    He wasn’t asking. I wanted to argue I could handle this alone and let them know what I found. The words struggled in the back of my mind, to force their way out. My mouth wasn’t willing to surrender the chance to spend more time with them. “Half an hour. See you downstairs.”
    I had my hand on the door latch, when Trevor said, “Kathryn.”
    I whirled, to find him standing directly behind me. My breath caught at the close proximity. The sharp coolness of his body wash mingled with traces of sweat and sex, filling my head and making me wish this wasn’t over. “What’s up?” I was surprised I managed to keep my voice steady.
    He planted a hand at the base of my neck and kissed me. I parted my lips, stunned by the abrupt gesture but enjoying every bit of it. Sinking into the hunger. His tongue accepted the opening and danced into my mouth. I pressed closer, into his bare form, wanting—needing—to feel his skin against mine. I dug my fingers into the sinewy strength of his arms. Clinging. Drowning. His rock hard cock dug into my hip. This wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t spark something so primitive and needy in me. Unlike with Evan and the control he exuded, this was a give and take. An equal struggle to dive into each other but still keep our distance.
    Trevor broke the kiss but didn’t let go. “I had to know what that felt like.” He rested his forehead against mine, his voice low, meant only for me. He stepped back. “See you downstairs.”
    My head was a no-man’s land of chaos, as I headed toward the elevator. With every step I took, the cool air brushed my bare mound, kissing the dampness and reminding me of what I’d done. The pleasant ache in my backside was a unique token of the morning as well. Years of instinct and indoctrination from the world around me insisted I should be ashamed. I didn’t have any regrets, though. Well, maybe that it was only a one-time thing, but that was more of an unrealistic longing, to be stowed away under the amazing memories.
    I barely registered the people around me, as I rode up to my floor and spilled into the hallway with a handful of other costumed folks. Several of them were bent over their phones, chattering. It was none of my business. My own life had gotten infinitely more interesting.
    Back in my room, I stripped off my cosplay and stepped into the shower. I kept things quick, to resist the temptation to dive into the memories one more time. To finish off what my body started when Trevor kissed me. I didn’t need to rub myself raw.
    I dried and dressed in cutoff shorts and a T-shirt. Suddenly the costumes I brought held too much meaning to be appealing. They carried both my desire to share them with the guys, and the irritation I felt at having my image stolen and posted online for the world to purchase.
    I splashed cold water on my face, to force myself back to reality, shook away most traces of my euphoria from earlier, and headed back downstairs with my laptop bag slung over my shoulder. Now that I had dragged my head out of the clouds, I was more aware of the people around me. Several groups, most of them in costume, huddled around phones. I expected it to a point, but this felt wrong. Most I passed were grumbling and cursing, and some seemed on the edge of hysteria.
    I planted myself in front of a group of three people. I only acknowledged in passing thought that I never would have been so bold this morning. “What’s going on?” I asked.
    One girl in black-and-white face makeup, and a red-and-black corset with more cleavage showing than I had boobs, looked up. “You were in the ARG room this morning. Right? We took your picture.”
    I nodded. “Are you looking at the photo site?”
    “Check the hashtag.” She showed me her