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from my arms had rubbed off all over his shirt. “I’m sorry too,” I said and he narrowed his eyes at me, confused. I looked at his shirt and then his cuffs and he followed my eye line until he saw the smudges of green, yellow and blue all over his clothes. The strangeness of the moment caused us both to laugh.
    “Why on earth do you have paint all over you,” he finally asked. I knew it must have been the first thing to spring to his mind the moment I opened the door.
    “I was doing a piece,” I stated bluntly.
    “But your whole body is covered in paint. I don’t understand,” Clint observed, even more confused.
    “I use my entire body as the brush,” I smiled. I knew what he was about to ask next.
    “Without any clothes on at all?” he got out, sounding a little flustered. His eyes were wide and awaiting confirmation.
    “That’s right,” I said proudly.
    He swallowed and looked again at my paint-stained dressing robe, eyeing the fact I was completely naked underneath. Clint met my eyes and walked forward. He reached out and held my head in his hands, tilting it up towards his face, “Who are you?”
    His mouth was so close to mine I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. In that moment, I felt our bodies yearn for one another in a very new and unspoken way. Confused by his mouth being so close to mine, I broke away from him and stepped back, thinking in that second of Josh and the party.
    “You haven’t answered my question yet Clint. What are you doing here?”
    My question snapped him back to a state of reality and purpose and he shook his head. “I’m sorry about last night. Josh should have informed you about the particulars and he shouldn’t have let you walk into that situation unprepared.”
    Was it a genuine apology? I couldn’t tell.
    “It is kind of hard to believe anything you say, knowing you are one of the leaders of that sex club Clint.”
    “Secret society Norah.”
    “Same difference.”
    Clint watched my face as I showed clear distaste for his club’s activities but he didn’t fight me on my wording. It was a shame because I had a few more choice words I wanted to belt out about the nature of last night’s events, but since Clint had not come to the Lappell’s defense I decided to let it be. He already knew I was not impressed, and frankly, he couldn’t turn my opinion around even if he tried to argue.
    One more thing about the evening wasn’t very clear in my mind, so I took the opportunity to ask, “You told me to leave last night knowing they would fail their test. Why?”
    Clint looked away, his eyes surveying my bathroom, a pained look on his face, as if conflicted by his own thoughts, and then he finally got out, “Yes, I know I did.” He shook his head, rubbing his hand along his forehead, then started for the front door, but stopped and turned back to me. “Look I’m sorry about the glass Norah. I really hope you don’t say anything about the activities of the Lappell. It was nice to see you again,” and in the span of a few seconds, he practically ran for the front door and closed it behind him, leaving me alone in the bathroom, dumbfounded and speechless.

Chapter 3
    First Date
    I avoided Josh for nearly three days before he finally caught up with me in the courtyard outside the main arts building at McLaren. I was walking with Tess Nichols, the only other friend I had here since I transferred. I was pretty selective when it came to friends, having so many in the past prove to be less than trustworthy, but I had a good feeling about Tess. She was in most of the same classes as me and we hit it off right away after a rather heated group art discussion about Dali and if it was really just his controversial life or his works of art that made him the famous artist he was. In the end, we agreed to disagree, but after class that particular day, we both went to the university bar called Dudley’s, and after a few beers and some additional slurred debate,