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sunrise with me.”
    His nervousness makes Camila want to laugh. As much as she’s inexperienced at dating, he’s clearly inexperienced at casual encounters.
    Camila positions the key outside the keyhole but doesn’t move. “You coming upstairs?” She asks. Six days until school, six days until her law student life swallows her up like a giant black hole. Fuck . Today may be the last bit of time she has for sex for a while. Anxiety quickly replaces her excitement. What she won’t acknowledge is that it isn’t for the lack of time that she feels anxious as much as it is his hesitation. Normally a potential lover wouldn’t keep so much space, but Marshall hasn’t moved from his place on the step. What is he waiting for ?
    “I just wanted to make sure you got inside safely,” he mumbles.
    Camila’s eyes run over him. “This neighborhood isn’t as rough as it looks.”
    Marshall looks back at the car and then at her. “You want to keep hanging out?”
    Camila lifts a shoulder. “Or other things.” The question is fairly straightforward.
    His hesitation makes Camila wonder if she’d misinterpreted his interest. “No worries if you’re not up for it,” she says unfazed, giving him an out.
    “Yeah, you know, I just realized . . . ,” he pauses, searching for a response, anything. “I’ve got a thing later.”
    Camila almost laughs. She’s never been turned down for sex. Ever. “Okay. See you around.” She turns the key and walks past the discarded take-out menus and mail littered across the foyer. When the second door closes behind her, she looks over her shoulder and spots Marshall getting into the car. Must’ve read him all wrong , she thinks to herself.

 
    Chapter 8
     
    “I knew you were going to mess it up,” Shoshana complains into the phone.
    “How did I mess it up? He’s the one who turned me down when I invited him up.”
    “Maybe it’s the way you asked him. How am I supposed to know, I wasn’t there.”
    “I didn’t say anything that hasn’t worked before. I mean, really, how many ways do you say, ‘Hey let’s go back to my place and hook-up?’” Camila asks, throwing a loose silk tank over a fitted black one. She moves the phone to the other hand as she puts her arms through the holes.
    “Maybe he wants more than that? Or maybe he drank too much and wasn’t confident he could perform?”
    “You’re analyzing this way too much. Let it go, I already have,” Camila tells her. Although the fact that he turned her down is nagging at a small part of her.
    “I can’t just let it go. I spent over a week on Tinder and OkCupid vetting men for you. You’re not an easy match, believe me. There’s no way you were going to sleep with a guy who couldn’t name the capital of Jordan. That narrows the field considerably. Marshall was the last-man standing, and you had to go and fuck it up.” Shoshana sighs. “What am I going to do with you, C.C.?”
    Camila laughs into the phone. “Give up now and save yourself the heartache. I’m fine. Although, I have to ask, why did you use my nickname?”
    “Less identifying that way. Besides, it makes you sound way more laid back than using your full name.”
    “You really think I’m that uptight?” Camila pulls her fitted black jeans up and buttons them.
    “The Camila I know is far from uptight. You’re like your mom. You come off like you mean business, but it’s just something you project out into the world so people take you seriously.”
    “I don’t have time to be analyzed tonight, Shosh. I’m late enough to work as it is.”
    “Fine, whatever.”
    “Just promise me no more set-ups. Marshall was cool, but I don’t have time for any distractions, ‘kay?”
    “Says you.”
    “I’ll call you tomorrow,” Camila promises before tossing her phone onto her bed.
     
    “We’re slammed tonight,” Jared says, reaching behind Camila for a bottle of Herradura tequila. “Table 8 wants tons of tequila tonight.”
    Camila glances