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eyes went dark. “Where you wanna go?”
    “ Somewhere with you.” His shoulder brushed hers and she shivered.
    “ I drove.”
    “ Yeah, so did I. Leave your car here, I'll shoot Layla a text, she can ride back with... What was her name?” He pointed across the way to Amy, who was grinding her willowy body against a white guy who was immensely enjoying himself.
    “ Amy.” She shook her head and laughed.
    “ Yeah, her. Come on.” He stood and held out his hand. She paused for a second before sliding her hand into his and standing. She walked across the beach to Amy, handing her the keys. Amy glanced at Calvin, her eyebrow going up before a grin spread across her face. She nodded and pocketed the keys. Zoe turned back to him, the wind catching her hair and making it flutter around her face.
    He motioned for her to follow him and he opened the passenger side door of the little blue car. She grinned and quipped, “What a gentleman.”
    “I aim to please,” he smirked as he closed the door and circled around to the driver's side. He climbed in and the car purred to life. “So, what the fuck is there to do around here anymore?”
    She shrugged, her profile pale in the moonlight filtering through the windows. “Not a whole lot. Quickie Burger shut down. Piggly Wiggly is open, if you wanted to get some wine coolers or something, I mean, I don't know if you drink. There is the old bowling alley, but they are probably closed by now.”
    “Depends on who I'm drinking with,” he replied quietly, navigating the road back toward town.
    Her breath caught and he could sense her desire. “Oh yeah? What if it was me you were drinking with?”
    “Then I'd be honored, if you'd like the company.” He drummed his thumb on the steering wheel to some nonexistent music.
    “ Oh, so put the ball back in my court. I see how it is. Fine, get me a Coke. I don't do wine coolers. Amy got me drunk on blue ones once and I puked blue for two days. Never again.” She laughed, the sound filling his ears with something he hadn't heard in a long time.
    “ I take it you're not too fond of having a ball in your court.” He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the low light.
    She snorted. “Depends on whose ball it is, I guess.”
    “What if it was mine?”
    She looked over. “Are you saying you want to screw me?”
    “If that's the way you take it.” He laughed.
    “ I see, keeping the ball in my court as always. So basically it's up to me? Can you make no decisions on your own, Cal?” Her voice was soft.
    He looked away from the road for a split second, his eyes solemn and he replied, “My grandmother raised me to be a gentleman.”
    She laughed uproariously. “Gentleman, my ass. I remember the shit you did in high school. No need to pretend you would even consider screwing me. You won't hurt my feelings, really. I'm definitely not your type.”
    “ Oh, I've considered it already,” he said without a trace of laughter in his voice. “Furthermore, who says you aren't my type?”
    Her breath hitched. “Is that so?”
    “Did I st-st-stutter?” He laughed in the darkness.
    “ Yeah, you just did.” She smirked, hoping he couldn't hear her pulse that was thundering in her ears. They pulled into the Piggly Wiggly parking lot and he parked the car. She moved to get out and he put his hand on hers.
    “ I think I see where you think I'm going with this, but I can assure you, I'm not looking for a quick fuck before I go back, I just wanna make sure you know that.” His hand was hot on hers, and his thumb slowly moved back and forth, stoking a fire in her belly.
    “ Isn't that what they all say, Calvin?” Her voice was ragged and hot in the confines of the car.
    “ I'm not like the rest of them. At least, not anymore, Zoe.” He threw the driver's side door open and hot air rushed in, breaking the tension of the moment. She took a shuddering breath and he opened her door. She climbed out and they walked into the antiquated Piggly