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He nodded again and took a steady step back like he was trying not to startle a bear. A crazy bear.
    “Damn right, you will. And next time I catch you looking at her tits, I won’t let you off so easily.”
    Oh, my God. “I’m sorry.” I waved apologetically at muscles then grabbed Wes by the side of his shirt and pulled him away. He jerked stiffly still reared up in territorial mode before he softened into his usual heavy steps along with me. “What’s the matter with you?” I hissed again trying not to make a scene.
    “Dude checked out your tits, C,” Wes said.
    “No. He did not. He was answering my questions like he is paid to do.”
    “While looking at your tits.”
    “Stop saying tits.”
    “Would you prefer I say cock?” Wes’ voice took on a playful tone at the question, and I froze in an aisle somewhere between the mailboxes and trashcans.
    “What?” I squeaked.
    “Cock. Would you prefer if I told you that he was thinking with his cock while staring at your tits?” My pulse was jackrabbiting through my veins. Something about that word on Wes’ lips had always gotten to me, to a place in me that no spoken words had touched before.
    The first time I’d heard him use the word, he was over at our house and hanging out with August. I was walking past August’s door when I heard the word and felt it tear through my body. I remained motionless in the hallway and listened to every detail about Wes getting a blowjob from one of the school cheerleaders. The tingling and warmth that overcame me was altogether foreign and addicting.
    I walked back toward my own room on shaky legs that day, the same shaky legs I was attempting to stay upright on now. Ever since, the moment Wes uttered that word, those same feeling came rushing back to me. Only now, they were a pleasant annoyance, and clearly, he’d figured that out.
    “That’s enough, Wes,” I hissed.
    “Cock-a-doodle-do, C!” He looked over his shoulder with a huge grin and winked. I followed behind him and watched his ass rock beneath his long torso as he walked. Gah, he could be so aggravating.
    “I’ll meet you at the car!” I shouted up to him and turned around, making a point to go in a completely different direction than he had gone.
    Back in the car, Wes continued to irritate me further. First, he held my door open for me. I mean, what? Did he think I wasn’t capable of opening my own door? This was the twenty-first century. Women knew how to open and close doors. Then, he went and turned down his music so he could apologize. “I overreacted, Capri. I’m sorry.”
    “It’s okay, Wes.” I shoved the words out quickly, not wanting to discuss this with him.
    “Why do you always have to have a dude?” he said staring straight ahead, but my head snapped in his direction. Say what?
    “What? How is that any of your business?”
    “It’s not.” He shrugged.
    “Well, why do you always have girls hanging all over you?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
    “She wasn’t anybody important, Capri.” I rolled my eyes and let my head fall against the window.
    “Who you hook up with is your own business. I really don’t want to hear about it.” I watched as we passed through the city back to SYC.
    “I didn’t hook up with her, C. That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” Wes leaned forward onto his steering wheel.
    “You didn’t hook up with her, but you know intimate details about her bedframe?” I cocked my head at him.
    “Stop.”
    “I mean, how else would you know that? You obviously hooked up with her.”
    “Capri, stop.” His fingers gripped the steering wheel, sending a ripple of tension from his forearm up to his bicep. His pulse thumped through the protruding veins on his lower arm in a quick and thunderous pace. God, that’s hot .
    I shook my head.
    “Of course, you did, Wes. It’s what you do! You hook up all the time! Every time I turn around, there’s another freakin’ girl!” Now I leaned forward flailing my