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god, what was happening to me? “It means you’re handsome, and you know it, and so you expect every woman to fall all over you like fucking Ashley Weaver or those first-years at the workshop. And the moment a woman doesn’t just turn to Jell-O the second you show up at study group, in your mind that makes her a bitch. Or ‘hard to get along with,’ which is the polite way of saying ‘bitch.’”
    “So I’m just an asshole, then? Thank you for the free therapy session,” he said. “That’ll save me the seventy-five dollars I was going to spend to see Dr. Clark this week.”
    “You go to therapy?”
    “Sure.”
    “Why?”
    “None of your business.” He took a step toward the door, then turned back. “Look, you’re probably right about me. I’m not your type. You need someone who appreciates good coffee and dresses like a lumberjack. That’s what you’re looking for, right?”
    “I don’t know what I’m looking for,” I admitted, slumping in my chair. Right now I wasn’t looking for anyone. But if I had to make a list, I’d say I was looking for somebody smart, a good conversationalist, good-looking. Preferably a guy who wouldn’t fuck my roommate. Which was easy this year, since I lived in a single.
    Zach sat back down next to me. “The thing is, Brooke, it’s your charms that are the problem.” He took one of my hands and rubbed it between his. “Is this okay?” he asked.
    “You’re supposed to ask first,” I said, biting my lip. “Weren’t you paying attention at our workshop? But yeah, it’s okay.” Oh, god, it was more than okay. It was clear from the way Zach was sliding his thumb against my palm that he was good with his hands. Probably had a lot of practice, but I tried to put that out of my head. When I looked into Zach’s eyes, it was easy to clear my mind. The sadness that always showed on his face seemed to ease.
    “I really like you,” he said. “But it’s not just because you’re beautiful. You’re sophisticated, and you care about the world, and—”
    “Shut up,” I said. His knee had sidled up against mine, and my skin felt tight and hot again. My mouth had gone dry. And, I could try and spout a euphemism about how my core was throbbing or my womanhood was on fire, but the fact is, my pussy was getting wet. I took my other hand, the one not nestled deliciously between Zach’s, and brought it to his face. I touched his beard, and it felt as lush and masculine as I’d imagined. When I let my finger fall from his mustache onto his lips, he kissed my fingertip and flicked his tongue over it, and my body shuddered. “I want to kiss you now,” I said weakly. “Is that okay?”
    “Yes,” said Zach. He smiled. “That’s okay.” I brought my mouth to his, and his lips were firm. When they parted, I slipped my tongue tentatively into his mouth, and he kissed me back with an intensity that I hadn’t expected. He tasted like spearmint and coffee, and I pressed my mouth against his so hard it almost hurt. His hands released mine, and I threw my arms around him and pulled him against me, pressing my breasts into his chest. He moaned into my mouth and pulled me in even closer. I climbed onto his chair, onto his lap, and I could feel his hardness against me.
    “Can I asked you something?” I whispered.
    “Anything.” He kissed my cheek.
    “The other day, at the pool...did you have a hard-on?”
    He laughed and kissed me again. “What do you think?”
    I sank down onto his lap and felt his hard cock pressing insistently between my legs. “I think you did.”
    “I had to run to the locker room,” said Zach. “It was going to start sticking out of my suit.”
    “Because of Ashley?”
    “I think you know the answer.” He stared at the juncture of my v-neck tee. “May I kiss you right here?”
    “God, yes.” And then his lips were on my cleavage, his tongue exploring the thin line between my breasts. I leaned forward to press my chest against his face, and