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and jocks, had generously prepared a reputation for him to inherit. Girls—lots of them—started to show interest in him. When they started showing interest in what was in his pants, he obliged them.
    These girls came and went. But Melody was his best friend. She bullied him into Academic Decathlon. She enrolled him in advanced placement classes without asking him first.
    And senior year he realized something—he was in love with her, and not just in the way a magician loves his assistant for making his illusions look good. He wanted her. Alone, in the shower particularly, he often liked to fantasize about the moment when—if she ever became interested in such things—he could show her what was in his pants.
    Clark never asked her out, a chickenshit move that he regretted to this day. They graduated before he worked up the nerve. He got into the local state college to study farm management and business. She got a scholarship to a fancy university in San Diego to study education and English literature. And just like that, his one constant was gone.
    He’d lost her.
    Until now.
    She didn’t want a relationship—fine. He was never any good at boyfriend-girlfriend stuff anyway.
    But hell if he was going to let her go tonight.
    Melody led him into a small bedroom, closed the door and turned on a bedside lamp. As she stashed her clothes in the closet, Clark noticed that the room was nearly empty. The outlines of paintings and picture frames marked the walls. The only furniture was a big bed, a nightstand stacked with books and two cardboard boxes marked Goodwill .
    “Tell me if you’re cold. I can switch the heater on,” she said softly.
    As Melody turned down the covers, a quiet realization settled over him. She’d moved into her mother’s old room. How much grief could one woman process at one time? The loss of a long-term relationship. The loss of her mother. Melody had taken on the task of looking after her sister with such grace and strength, it was easy to forget the burdens she was carrying.
    Clark went to the bed and stood behind her. She was still gloriously naked. As he ran his hands slowly over her bare arms, her smooth skin puckered under his touch. When he began to massage the tension out of her shoulders, her head fell forward and she let out a soft sigh.
    He leaned down and whispered, “I’m not cold. Are you?”
    “No,” she said, turning around.
    When she got up on her tiptoes to kiss him, Clark closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her soft, full lips on his. She tasted cool and sweet, like the limes she’d put in their cocktails. As she kissed him, her hands roamed his body, stroking his neck, his shoulders, his back and his arms. She pressed her breasts against his chest, and he swore he could feel the sizzle between them like drops of water on a hot griddle. He pulled her close, and she jumped in surprise, recoiling a little.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Your belt buckle. It’s cold.”
    Before he could say anything, she dropped to her knees and undid his belt and the buttons on his fly. Together, they pulled down his jeans and his drawers at once. He danced out of his socks and kicked everything out of the way. Eyes wide, Melody slid her hands down his sides, resting her cool palms on his hipbones.
    Finally free, his cock rose up toward her, aching and wet at the tip.
    Oh God. Yes.
    “So this is what all the girls talked about when we were back in high school,” she said, looking up at him with a sly smile.
    He grasped the base of his cock and stroked himself slowly. “I didn’t know they talked.”
    Melody raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “They did. And I heard.”
    “Once you heard, did you ever wonder?” He was finding it hard to keep his cool. He was hard as fuck, and the head of his cock was a half-inch from her lips.
    She gave him a half shrug. “I didn’t think it was right, wondering about my best friend’s dick.”
    He slid a hand over his aching balls. “Is it right