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wasting my time Carla. I don't want sex with some other girl. I want to be with you.”
    Even knowing his reputation, knowing what a player Sam was, any question Carla might have formed melted away at his words.
    That night they'd stayed on that blanket under the stars well into the night, but Sam, shockingly respectful of her wishes, didn't push Carla to go farther than drugging and kisses and touches that left them both aching and unsatisfied. She'd snuck back into her dorm room flushed and vibrating with energy, every nerve pulled so tight with frustrated desire she could barely sleep that night.
    Still, Carla had always been a smart girl and pragmatic too. Sam might have been willing to put up with her prudishness for a night but he would no doubt move on to better, or at least more satisfying prospects. She'd felt a pinch in her chest at the thought but had shoved it away. She knew better than to get all moony and hopeful over someone like Sam.
    Now, as Carla stood looking sightlessly over the balcony at the Caribbean shimmering darkly in the moonlight, she wished, not for the first time, that she had kept that in mind as the next six weeks unfolded.
    To her shock and no small measure of delight, the morning after their night under the stars, Sam found her after her breakfast shift, snuck a kiss, gave her a smoldering look, and said, “See you later,” in a way that left no room for argument. That night, and every night after they snuck off to their special spot under the stars. Soon, kisses and above the waist touches weren't enough.
    Sam, though, was still okay with Carla's decision not to have sex.
    Well, not intercourse anyway. In the weeks that followed he taught her that there were a lot of ways for them to make each other come without actually inserting tab A into slot B.
    Heat shimmered through her at the memory of his skillful hands and mouth, sucking, kissing his way down her body to bury his head between her legs. His fingers sliding into her as his tongue licked and stroking her clit until she didn't care that they were out in the open where anyone could find them if they just walked up the hill. Until all she cared about was Sam and the way he was making her feel.
    It wasn't all one sided – Carla wasn't cruel. She was an eager student as Sam coached her on how to stroke, lick, and suck him to satisfaction.
    At least, she thought with a stab of hurt that was still razor sharp even so many years after, she thought she had satisfied him.
    But it hadn't been all about the sex, for Carla at least. A lot of those nights, they did a lot of talking along with fooling around. She'd gotten to know Sam beyond the bad boy he showed the world and discovered someone who was surprisingly thoughtful and as she'd suspected, wickedly smart despite his lack of academic prowess.
    In those whispered conversations under the star-soaked sky, they shared their plans and dreams for the future. She told Sam about her scholarship to University of Arizona and her dream of running her own resort one day, somewhere quiet and serene, the polar opposite of the flash and noise of Vegas where they grew up.
    She opened up about her mother and how after her father had left them, her mother had fallen into a deep depression, leaving Carla to fend for herself and her younger brother. How, after years of therapy and medication, her mother had finally pulled herself back together to the point where Carla could feel comfortable spending the summer away without worrying that everything was going to fall to shit without her there. “At least my dad sends child support every month,” Carla had told him, “or else we would have been totally screwed.”
    Sam had grunted and said, “At least your dad has money to spend. Mine hasn't held down a job for more than a month since my mom died.”
    Carla had heard from Chris that Sam's mom had died when he was just thirteen, but she'd never heard anything about his dad. Though Sam didn't elaborate, now