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right next door. Oh, God. What am I doing here? I’m not sure I ever want horizons that broad.
    “I said let go of me.”
    He removes his hand from my arm and puts both of his hands up in a semi-defensive gesture. “Where are you going?”
    “I wish I was going home.”
    “Why?”
    I actually let out a laugh. “Do you really have to ask that question?”
    “Apparently,” he replies. I can tell that he’s not joking.
    I heave a sigh. “Isn’t it obvious? I don’t belong here. This is so far from my world it would almost be comical if it wasn’t so pathetic.”
    “Why?” he asks again.
    “Why do you keep saying why?” I can hear the frustration building in my voice but part of me really doesn’t care. I have a feeling Nic knows he’s pushing my buttons and that he enjoys every minute of it.
    “What was so awful about what Raven said that you feel like you have to run away?”
    I’m not sure how to respond. I don’t want Nic to think I’m totally naïve, but in some ways I guess I am. “It’s just—I guess I’m not used to the idea of all of you sleeping with the same girl.”
    He laughs. “We don’t do any sleeping. We do a lot of fucking but we definitely don’t sleep.”
    I can feel my face getting hot again. I’m sure I’m already beet red.
    Nic gets closer to me. So close I can feel the heat radiating from his body. And there’s a lot of heat. It’s so hot I feel like I could pass out. Or maybe my knees are getting weak. Actually I think it’s both.
    “Is all this talk about fucking making you uncomfortable?”
    “A little,” I manage to squeak out.
    I want so badly for him to take a few steps back. His close proximity is doing strange things to my body. It’s like I’m getting all tingly and fluttery all at the same time. It makes me want to scream.
    Or get naked and do exactly what he’s suggesting.
    Where the hell did that thought come from? I try to erase it from my mind. I’m not promiscuous. I’m no Raven. I’m not even a Brooke. Oh, who am I kidding? Everything about me screams Good Girl. My picture is probably right there with the definition if you look up Good Girl in the dictionary.
    “Maybe you need to do it a little more often so it doesn’t make you so uncomfortable.”
    Now Nic’s looking at me like he wants to do exactly what he’s talking about doing. But I know he can’t actually want to have sex with someone like me. The very idea is ridiculous. He’s clearly just trying to push my buttons again. He seems to take great pleasure in getting a rise out of me.
    “I do it plenty,” I fire back although the truth be told I haven’t actually done it in two months. Not since I broke up with Jackson. Or should I say Jackson broke up with me?
    Nic eyes me suspiciously and I can tell he doesn’t believe me. “Have you ever even been fucked?”
    I gulp. “I’m not sure this is something I want to discuss with you.”
    “A hot, heavy mind-blowing fuck.”
    I never thought about sex being mind-blowing before. Sex with Jac kson was always sweet and tender. I would never describe it as hot or heavy though. Jackson was the type of guy who made love. He wasn’t the type of guy who—well—did the other thing.
    “Have you ever even had sex?”
    I cross my arms over my chest. “Of course I’ve had sex. I had a boyfriend all through college.”
    Nic gets close to my ear. So close I can feel his breath on my neck. It sends a wave of shivers through my body that’s so intense I feel faint.
    “You may have had sex but I can tell that you’ve never been fucked. I think that’s your problem.”
    “I don’t think it’s a problem.”
    I can actually feel droplets of sweat running from my templ es down the sides of my face. I need to get away from Nic as quickly as I can. I don’t like how I feel when I’m around him. Or maybe I do like it. A little too much. Either way is dangerous.
    He stares at me as he takes a small step back. I get the feeling that he’s