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to accidentally bump into her just to say hello and then continue on my way, suddenly she was everywhere. She’d throw me the casual hello. One time, I ran out to the store for Mom, and Dalia was there too. In yoga pants and a T-shirt. I hid behind the stack of chips and watched. Damn, the girl was hot no matter what she wore.
    Today, I enter a school assembly late. I slip into the back row, right next to her. I don’t notice at first until fingers tickle my arm. She winks and then stares ahead. Two can play at that game.  
    Keeping my gaze on the principal booming on about bullying and respect, I drape my hand over the arm of the chair. My fingertips skim the top of her leg. She’s wearing a black skirt with a fitted white top. Hot! I don’t do anything else but trace lines across her skin.  
    Goosebumps rise under my fingers.  
    I lean over and whisper in her ear, letting my lips graze her lobe. “How many times have we heard this speech?”  
    “No kidding,” she says, her voice breathy.  
    I pull back, shaken myself, at the desire surging through me.  
    “Meet me in the hall.” Then she brushes past me, all legs.  
    Man, I struggle. Does she want me to go? If I go will it ruin the game we have going? This game seems much more effective and way more fun than any I’ve had in forever. As much as I want to follow her, I stay in my seat. I let the principal’s voice fade into the background as I lean my head back on the seat, close my eyes, and fantasize about her. This game is in her hands. Her decision. Her choice.
    Last period of the day, she stops outside my World Views class and waves me out. I ask for a bathroom pass, wondering if she’s furious after I ignored her invitation.  
    Her face shows no emotion. Her soft lips press together. Her light skin holds a reddish tint. She must be on the rampage. She grabs my hand and drags me down the hall, down the steps into the basement level. With a quick turn of the knob, the janitor closet opens and the darkness swallows us.  
    She closes the door with a soft click.
    “Is this a game of hide and seek?” I joke.
    Her only reply is to slam me against the wall. Her lips crash against mine and her body presses against me. In three seconds our relationship goes from calm and flirty to completely on fire.  
    I can’t get enough of her. The minty taste of her mouth, the light trace of perfume on her skin, and the scent of her hair. It all drowns out the layers of dust floating around us.  
    My hands find her waist and tease the skin under her shirt, playing, touching. She lets out a whimper. I lift up her shirt and trace a line up to the edge of her bra. Teasing.
    She slams her hips up against mine. Our kiss deepens and frantically we touch each other in places that are definitely against school rules.  
    Finally, we break apart. Gasping. Shaking. Trying to figure out what happened. We stand inches apart, not touching, breathing heavy. Soaking in the lust pulsing between us.
    Her words catapult our relationship to the next level.
    “Do you have a girlfriend?”  
    “Nope. Do you have a boyfriend?”
    She rakes in another breath. “Ditto. But I don’t want to become the cliché couple. I want the game to continue. It turns me on. Let’s be a secret. You and me.”
    ***
    “Noah?”  
    The sound of Carly’s voice rips through the memory, bringing me back to this moment. Somehow I managed to drive onto campus. She directs me to her dorm. It’s a miracle we’re alive.
    “You’re different.”  
    I laugh. “Is that a compliment?”
    For a brief moment, her eyes sparkle. “I don’t know yet.”  
    “Great.”
    She studies me and reaches out to let her fingers touch my lips. Not in a seductive way, more in a curious way, or that’s what it seems like. Instinctively, I pull away. It’s a small movement, barely perceptible, but she notices. Instead, she rests her hand on mine. “This secret friendship is just what I need.”
    A smile tugs at the