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arm around me again, taking a wet finger and rubbing my clit in soft, circles while I jerked up and down on top of him. Then he left my clitoris and moved his other hand up to my left breast, massaging it with his fingers.
    I came again, digging my hands into his thighs and hanging on for dear life.
    Five minutes later, Wilder was stroking my hair while we were flat on our backs next to each other. "What major are you?" he asked me, kissing the top of my head. I felt his warm lips through my hair and wished that he was still kissing me on the mouth.
    "Film production," I replied.
    "Really?" Wilder asked, looking surprised and happy at the same time. "I'm acting and theater performance. Double major."
    I smiled as if I didn't already know that about him. The entire campus knew that about him. He was Nick Wilder after all. "That's awesome," I replied somewhat stiffly, searching through my brain for a more interesting follow up.
    Wilder scooted closer to me and draped his hand over my naked stomach. "What are you thinking about right now?"
    I burst into giggles and couldn't stop until tears were running down my face. "How absurd it is that we're naked on this stage right now with all the lights on. Like some sort of performance. It's just...I didn't expect for my day to end up here, that's all.”
    Wilder beamed at me. "I'm unpredictable. There's another thing you can add to the list." I laughed again. He bent down and kissed me again. "I could listen to you laugh all day," he whispered.
    An uncomfortable feeling came over me as I stared at his face. This was too good to be true. All of it. Suddenly I felt ridiculous being naked and reached over to cover my body up with the blanket. I searched my brain rapidly for a change of topic.
    "You said...you were going to L.A. after graduation? I actually am as well. My aunt lives out there. She's a set designer."
    "With your aunt in the industry you have an idea of how tough L.A. Is going to be, then," Wilder replied.
    I nodded. "I know I'm going to have to work my way up from the bottom. And that's if I'm lucky. I'm going to stay with her for a while, work her contacts as much as I can. Do you have people out there?"
    Wilder shook his head. "No, but I make friends pretty quickly." There was a confidence and surety to his voice that I wished I could possess. He seemed absolutely dead-set certain that everything would work out for him in Los Angeles exactly the way that he wanted it to. I hoped that the feeling was contagious.
    “Where’s your family?” I asked him.
    “My dad lives in New York. He owns a motorcycle shop. My mom-“ He stopped mid-thought, a sad look crossing his face. “She’s not here anymore. She died when I was basically a kid.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said quietly. I felt uncomfortable. This felt intimate on another level from what we’d just done together.
    Wilder shrugged. “My dad’s an asshole. I don’t really see him a lot either. What about you?”
    “My mom’s an artist. She sort of does her own thing,” I said, almost laughing at the over-simplified version of that story. “My dad left when I was a kid.”
    “Does she live here in Ohio?” Wilder asked.
    I nodded. “She has an apartment here, but she’s usually off doing her own thing around the country. I hear from her from time to time.” We laid there in silence for a little while, each of us chewing over our own parental stories.
    "You here for May Term?" Wilder finally asked earnestly.
    I nodded. "Italian class." It occurred to me to wonder why he cared about that. He was probably just being nice since I'd asked him the same thing earlier.
    Wilder rolled onto his side, propping his head up and resting his elbow on the floor. He smiled. "Have you ever been to Italy?" he asked.
    I shook my head. "It's on my list. I'm nearly fluent. I'd love to go there more than anything in the world."
    Wilder leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. "Maybe I can take you there one day," he