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unless you want to change plans and go out somewhere?”
    “No, I’m happy to watch films, if you are? It’s my favorite thing, getting lost in films.”
    When I’d got her text asking me over here, I’d been at the table with Mom and the others. We’d just finished lunch. Mom had seen my face. I think my expression had probably said: What the fuck ?
    “ I’m bored. ” What the hell had that meant? My mind had run through the fuck-buddy idea in my head. I mean, I’m young and I’m a guy. And after the party, there was reason to hope keeping her company might come with benefits.
    Mom had fired questions at me as I’d left the flat. But I was twenty-two. I didn’t want to be entirely tied to her. There had to be some get-out time in my life.
    “Why don’t you sit down?” Portia asked, throwing a look over her shoulder at the bed as she turned away from me.
    It was kind of intimate sitting on her bed. Maybe this seriously was a fuck-buddy thing, not just my wishful thinking.
    I perched on the edge, my hands clasping together as my elbows rested on my parted thighs and I tried to keep a firm hold on my imagination–and my libido.
    “You can take your coat off. You’re staying aren’t you?”
    She was laughing at me internally; it was in the movement at the corner of her pretty pouting lips and it caught in the blue in her eyes and made it brighter. I smiled at her, giving her a look that told her not to tease me but I stood again to take off my coat and hung it from a hook on the back of her door.
    It must be weird, just having a bedroom to live in. It was about the same size as mine although I did share my room with Robin. But at least I had a living room to walk into and a couch to sit on. She just had a bed and on the other side of the room, a cupboard work top and sink.
    She poured the vodka into glasses and then added the cola and held one out for me to take as I sat again. “Do you think it’s too early for this?”
    For a minute, I thought she meant me being ‘round here when we’d only just started something, but then I realized she was referring to the drink… And besides, we hadn’t really started anything. As I’d told her before–we’d just messed around in a pool at a party.
    “At two? Nope.”
    She put her drink on a chest beside the bed and picked up the laptop. I watched her face as she opened it.
    She glanced at me. “What do you want to watch?”
    Her gaze was definitely more blue than gray today. Maybe cause she had a blue vest top on. I shrugged. “You can have what you want. I’ll even suffer the Notebook or the Break up; your call.”
    She smiled. Beauty literally shone out of the girl when she smiled like that. I don’t think I’d ever seen her smile that openly at work. She always looked sly when she smiled at work, like she was being coy when she was anything but. “You’re saved, I hate romantic stuff. What about a Final Destination marathon, we’ll start at number one.”
    I grinned at her. “You’re on.” This was weird. I was sitting in Portia’s room, by her invitation, talking about watching horror movies. Had I slipped into a parallel universe? She wasn’t only thirty steps above me on the society ladder. She was about the same in looks–a whole mile out of my league. I’d pitch myself at eight, maybe scraping nine, but she was a full on ten.
    She went back to concentrating on setting the film up. My gaze dropped to her chest, the vest top she was wearing clung, tucking beneath her breasts. I could remember the feel of her breasts in my fingers. They’d looked pretty awesome in a bikini, the perfect fit for the heel of my palm to press them up, so my thumb could rub her nipple.
    Beneath her vest top, I could tell she had one of those thin cotton bras on. It meant the shape of her nipples pushed through the cloth.
    I shifted a little, moving out of her way so she could sit down, trying to distract my brain from the threat of a hard on. It definitely