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mail onto the nearest surface, and be done with it.
    His room was easy to identify—the door had a huge D plate mounted on the outside, along with a dry eraser board with all kinds of obscenities other guys added to it. A few phone numbers were jotted down in the lower left corner; I assumed they were probably numbers for girls he had hooked up with. I knew Dylan was not innocent in any way. The last time we gave him a surprise visit I found him with a girl straddling his lap in the game room.
    The image flashed in my head and I decided knocking on his door was the way to go. The last thing I needed was to see him in bed with another girl.
    “Fuck off,” he said in an irritated tone. I knocked again, only louder this time. “Damn assholes.” I heard something fall to the floor, followed by a few choice cuss words before the door flew open and my mouth hit the floor.
    Dylan stood in the doorway stark naked. He rubbed at his eyes and squinted; I guess that’s when I came into view. His eyes grew wide, and he reached for a t-shirt on the floor at his feet.
    “Payton,” he said as he shielded his dick. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
    My mouth felt dry, and I knew words were pointless at the moment because I was still shocked by what I had seen. Dylan was glorious naked. Mouthwatering, thigh quivering perfection that I wanted to run my tongue over. Instead of speaking, I just held up the handful of mail I brought.
    He let go of the door and reached out for the envelopes. He tossed them to the dresser and said, “Thanks.”
    “Dude, is it my birthday?” a guy’s voice said from my left, just before he placed his arm over my shoulders. “Dylan—you sure know how to spoil a guy.”
    I looked back to Dylan when it sounded like a growl escaped him. “Get your hands off her, Guy.”
    I arched an eyebrow and looked back. “Your name is Guy?”
    “The one and only guy for you, beautiful,” he said with a wink, and I couldn’t help but smile. Honestly, that was fucking cheesy, but amusing.
    “I said remove your arm from her shoulders and step back,” Dylan said, this time with more authority.
    Guy stepped back, holding his hands up in surrender. “Fuck, dude, I didn’t know she was your girl.”
    I was just about to correct him when Dylan’s voice cut me off. “Well, now you know, douchebag.” I gave Dylan a confused look, and he grabbed my hand, yanking me toward his room before shutting the door behind him. He still held the t-shirt against himself as he looked around for something to put on.
    “What was that all about?” I asked.
    “What?” he said as he turned his back to me, grabbed a pair of shorts from the chair in the corner, and flashed me his ass in the process. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise as I watched his back muscles flex enticingly as he placed one leg at a time into his shorts. He turned around quickly before I had a chance to look away, and those abs I had seen so many times before seemed to call out to me.
    “Payton?” Dylan said, and I looked up to see a smirk on his face. He knew I was looking. The heated blush that filled my cheeks caused me to shift on my feet as I looked down at the floor.
    Suddenly I remembered a question hanging between us which had not been answered.
    “Why did you tell Guy I was your girl?” I asked, still looking down at my feet.
    “Because I don’t want him hitting on you,” he said without hesitation. “Telling him means he’ll share it with the rest of the guys, and then when you’re here I know they’ll leave you alone.”
    His comment irritated me. Looking up at him, completely ignoring his half-dressed state, I crossed my arms over my chest. “What if I didn’t want him to stay away?”
    His eyes narrowed as he took a step closer. “You don’t need to get wrapped up with some guy who only wants one thing from you before he moves on to the next willing party. You deserve more than that. I’m not gonna stand around and let