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beat.”
    She pouted, her pink lips not quite matching her nails. “Next time then. Where do you work?”
    “Airport.”   It wasn’t a lie, per se. I worked near the airport.
    “Cool.” She glanced over her shoulder at a group near the bar. I could see my brush off was beginning to work, and she was getting bored with me.
    “Well, next time then. I’m just going to keep asking.” She pointed at me.
    I took that, and her perky smile, as a warning to steer clear of her. I wasn’t into the social scene, and this was the type of girl that was the social scene.
    “Nice to meet you, Cam. I’ll see you in class.” 
    Her smile brightened, and she bounced out of the booth. She walked off swinging her hips in an acid washed, ultra-tight mini skirt. I’d bet half the guys she passed were getting hard just looking at her. But of course I didn’t feel a damn thing.
    I had just finished my sandwich, and was taking a gulp of coffee when a pair of grey eyes caught mine a few booths down and across from me. I’d seen him around the dorm, and knew he had checked me out more than once. I watched him make a comment to the people he was sitting with, then he grabbed his coffee and headed towards me.
    “Mind if I sit down?”
    I gestured towards the other bench, amused at both his deep voice and the fact that a very hetero female, and an obviously homo male were attempting to pick me up all in the course of ten minutes. I should have known better than to come here on a Friday night.
    He settled his tall frame across from me. He opened his mouth then closed it again, his brow furling as if he wasn’t sure what to say.
    “I saw you give Cam the brush off, guys don’t usually do that.” He looked at me curiously. “I’m having a hard time figuring you out.”
    I almost laughed at that. However, he seemed unsure of himself and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. His long fingers nervously strummed his coffee cup, but his eyes stayed steadily on mine. I had to admire him for his tenacity.
    I took a sip of coffee. “She’s not exactly my type.”
    His eyes crinkled as he cleared his throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that.”
    I looked at him for a moment. He was cute, in a clean-cut American boy kind of way, or at least what the media perceived as an American boy. I kinda liked him, even though he was out of his element with me.
    “Really? Not even you?” I leaned forward, my lips twitching when he averted his eyes.
    “Actually, I dated her for awhile my first year.” He shrugged, as he stared out the window into the parking lot.
    I snickered. I couldn’t help it. “Sorry,” I said when he fixed me with a short look. I just couldn’t see him with her.
    He flipped his hand, giving me a small smile. “It’s okay. I hadn’t figured myself out yet.”
    “So, you’re saying you have everything figured out now?”
    He chuckled, shaking his head. “Hell no. God, I wish I did.” He took a sip of his coffee.
    I laughed. “Damn, I was hoping you could enlighten me.”
              He extended a manicured hand over the table. As I grasped it I wondered if he’d ever had to do anything laborious in his life. His skin felt like silk.
    “Taylor Chapman.” He squeezed gently.
     “Trey Grey.”
    I tried to feel something between us. A tingle, sexual energy, even warm interest. But I was numb just like I always was. His fingertips caressed my palm before he let go, and knowing that I felt nothing depressed me.
    “Taylor, come on,” someone from his table called. He waved over his shoulder at them.
    “I have to go. Can I ask you to dinner sometime? Would that be to forward?”
    I hesitated in answering, and he sighed dejectedly as he began to rise.
    “Not dinner. How about coffee... tomorrow morning?” Jesus, I just asked him out on a date. What was I thinking? He beamed down at me, and I found myself smiling back.  
    “Tomorrow morning then. I’ll come by about nine.”
    “You know