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with him. "Please, let's change the topic to something different. World War II is so overdone anyway."
    “We're going to Iowa. Case closed."
      I look him in the eyes, hoping he sees my determination. "No. We're. Not."
    His eyes bore into mine. "You agreed to use your grandfather. Now you don't want to. Honestly, you're giving me whiplash with your fucking nonsense."
    He wants to bully me, but I'm not falling for it. "We'll have to find a way. Or change the topic. Case closed." I mock him.  
    His jaw is set, his face is red. "Fine. You tell Dr. Brandish how you screwed up this one. I'm done."  
    He walks away again and I'm pissed. I let him get under my skin.  
    This competition is just as important to him as it is to me. We'll figure out something. I have faith, even if he doesn't.

    I'm curled up on my couch reading when I hear a soft knock. I know who it is before I open the door, but when I see Kyle standing there in a plain grey t-shirt that hugs his built arms, my heart drops out of my chest. He pushes the door open wider and walks in.  
    "What were you doing?"
    I shrug nonchalantly. "Nothing. Just hanging out."
    Kyle looks around my apartment even though he's been here several times. He sits on the couch, gestures for me to sit beside him. He cups my face in his hands. "God, you're so hot."
      I wish it sounded better coming from his lips. I also wish he'd say something other than "hot" or "sexy." The first few times were nice, but after the fifteenth time, it loses its appeal.  
    I close my eyes and breathe in his cologne. When I open my eyes, I'm dizzy, intoxicated by the intensity of his stare. In one swift motion, he has me on my back. He moves his hands from my collarbone to the space between my breasts. His lips pick up where his hands stop and move down my body until I can't take it anymore.
      My breaths are hurried, my lips needy. I arch my back, soaking up the kisses until he shifts his weight on the couch. He pulls my book from beneath him.  
    "Kerouac? Isn't he a bit old for your taste? You are such a nerd."
    "Oh, that's uh, for one of my classes."
    Kyle laughs and pulls me in close. "You don't have to lie, Kara," he whispers. "That's why I like you. You're smart. You read books that are older than your parents. You're the sexiest intern I've ever had."  
    Sexiest intern? Not the smartest? Or the most driven? The sexiest? I guess I'll take it. I let my tongue glide over his lips and kiss him deeply.  
    The couch vibrates and I reach beneath me and pull out Kyle's phone. It's lit with a text from 'Kali.' See you later tonight, babe.
    "What’s this?"
    He grabs the phone. " It's rude to read other people's messages."
    "See you later tonight, babe ? Really?"  
    He lowers his gaze and his jaw locks in place. He rubs the back of his neck. "Listen, Kara, I thought we were on the same page here." He gestures between us, "I don't know what you assumed this was, but we're not... together."
    My mouth is as dry as cotton balls and I'm losing every bit of confidence I had. "I…it's just that—I didn't realize you were with other people, too."
    His thumb brushes my cheek. "I guess I wasn't very clear. I don't believe in monogamy. It's an antiquated notion best suited for our parent's generation. C'mon, you know there's more than enough of me to share."
    Antiquated notion? This is not the Kyle that whispers deliciously naughty things in my ear and then compliments me on my ability to fact check one of his pieces in record speed. "I don't..." I jump off the couch. "I don't just sleep around. I can't believe I didn't see this before."
    Kyle reaches for my hand and pulls me back toward the couch. "I really like you. I think you're going places and you're one hell of a reporter already. I'd really like to keep things the way they are."
    "You mean sleeping with me while you're also screwing other girls?"
    "You say that so harshly."
    I point to the door. "Just get out."
    "Don't do this. You like being with me. I