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what I wanted. So I put it back on my knee. Except not really on my knee . . . farther up. And we kept kissing, and I noticed his hand creeping higher and higher until my breath caught in my throat. He pulled back then and looked me in the eyes and said, “Is this okay?” I nodded. And he said, “Are you sure?”
    I meant to say yes, but instead what came out was, “Please don’t stop.” That was really embarrassing and I blushed hard, but he just smiled.
    â€œWe’re starting to put on quite a show for all the people walking by,” he said. I think I must have turned super red at that. I started to pull away, but he said, “How about coming back to my hotel room?”
    I hesitated a second, and he started babbling, apologizing and saying he shouldn’t have said it. But the truth was, it was exactly what I wanted. And I told him so.
    So we went back to his room at the hotel, and I couldn’t believe how nice it was. I’ve stayed in only a couple roadside motels in my whole life, and they were nothing like this. There was an iPod docking station, a huge flat-screen TV, and a bowl of pretty little candies. I grabbed the bowl of candies and took it with me as I checked everything out. The best part was the bathroom—there were heated towel racks, a huuuuge tub, and another flat-screen TV so you could watch from the tub! I turned it on, and they were having a SpongeBob marathon and I got so excited. I haven’t seen that show in ages. Plus, can you imagine watching SpongeBob while taking a bath? The whole concept made me giggle.
    I called out to Damon to come see, like a big dork—as if he doesn’t know his own hotel room. And he found me lying fully clothed in the bathtub, watching SpongeBob with a bowl of candies balanced on my stomach. I must have looked like an idiot, but he just stood in the doorway, grinning at me. So I was like, “What?”
    â€œI don’t know,” he said. “I had kind of thought you might like to see the view from the window. Maybe have a glass of champagne.”
    â€œOh,” I said. “I’m sorry.” I was embarrassed that I’d been so rude when he was being so nice. “I’ll come and see.”
    Damon shook his head. “I guess we got enough views from Space Needle.”
    â€œI don’t really like champagne,” I admitted. “Do you wantsome candy?” I lifted the bowl toward him, and he crouched down to take some.
    â€œYou’re cute,” he said.
    I laughed. “No, you’re cute.”
    â€œIs that right?”
    And I couldn’t believe he didn’t know how cute he was. I wanted to show him, wanted to prove it to him. So I grabbed on to his shirt and tugged him closer to me and kissed him. He tasted like candy—there were still little bits of it in both our mouths, like little pockets of hard sweetness mixed into the soft kiss. It was awkward and uncomfortable and delicious and amazing. Eventually, he pulled back and asked if I thought the tub was big enough for two. Which it definitely was. I mean, it was huge, so I tugged on him a bit harder until he got into the tub with me. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, lying in a dry tub with all our clothes on, but kissing him felt so good it didn’t matter. Except then I guess his elbow or something knocked into the tap and turned it on, and suddenly we were both getting drenched with freezing-cold water!
    I screamed at first, and then when I realized what happened, I couldn’t stop laughing.
    â€œMaybe that was a sign,” said Damon.
    â€œDid you want to stop?”
    â€œDo you?”
    I told him no, and he grinned and said, “Me neither. But maybe we need a change of venue.”
    He got out of the tub and put out a hand to help me up.
    â€œAnd clothes,” I said. Ada’s sopping-wet dress wasn’t the most comfortable anymore. Damon reached behind me and tugged