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you like the paintings. No one has ever stood and watched the paintings, only you. You are very amazing.”
                  I smiled at how little control he had over English when his mind was elsewhere. Heck, my mind was elsewhere, too, and I’m not sure how great a sentence I could have put together at that point, either.
                  I had no idea how long we spent on the couch, talking between heated kisses, laughing at each other’s little quirks. At some point, he jumped up from the sofa and raced to the kitchen, returning a second later with a very cold dessert which we took turns feeding each other, leaving our mouths icy for just a second before the temperature rose against our lips again. Javier trailed his fingertips idly against my leg, running his hands over my skin and leaving trails of goose bumps everywhere he touched. Everywhere, that is, that would be considered just this side of respectable.
                  Eventually, a yawn almost ripped my face in half, and Javier laughed.
                  “Andie,” he said, only the way he pronounced my name made it sound like AH-ndie, “you have to sleep and so do I. You can sleep right here, or I will walk to your home with you.”
                  Oh, sure. That would go over really well with the sisters if I came dragging in after sunrise, doing the most innocent and misguided walk of shame ever. I nodded, but made no move to get up. Instead, I looked directly at Javier’s eyes as they searched my face. It was a little bit weird to have someone just stare at you, but coming from him, it wasn’t too crazy.
                  He leaned in for a final, toe-curling kiss, but I wasn’t ready to let go. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid one foot up onto the sofa behind his back, pulling him into me. This time, his hands moved down my ribs, down the sides of my stomach, to come together almost directly under my hips. My breath caught from the feeling of his hands on me as he deepened the kiss.
                  Suddenly, Javier stood up, bringing me with him as if I weighed nothing. I shrieked lightly from the surprise of finding myself in the air, my legs around his waist as he held me to his chest. He stopped kissing me, and he wasn’t laughing any longer.
                  “Andie, you tell me. Where do I go? To your home, or...” The husky tone of his voice trailed off, either because he didn’t know the words to use, or because he knew all too well what he wanted to say. He gestured with a quick nod of his head towards his bedroom.
                  I was totally stuck. I wanted nothing more than to be whisked down the hall and laid down on the crisp duvet, letting our imaginations and our hormones take us where they will. But there was also such a thing as propriety. Theta lady or not, respectable girls don’t end up in someone’s bedroom on the first date, no matter how awesome an idea it might seem like at the time. I sighed while I wrestled with what every part of my brain and most of my body wanted, and did what I knew was the right thing to do, ending up frustrated with myself and with the evening.
                  “I should go home,” I said, letting the disappointment show on my face. He lowered me to my feet and planted another delicious, but final, kiss on my lips. His touch was tender this time, rather than fierce. It was perfect.
                 
    Chapter Eight
                 
    “I hope you know that curfew for new sisters was thirty minutes ago,” Quinn said, meeting me at the front door in her night gown and robe. She looked absolutely pissed. Several other sisters sat on different pieces of furniture in the front room, but no one was talking. They were all looking in my direction.
                  “No, I didn’t know that, sorry. If I had, I’d have made sure to be back here