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but my words lack conv iction when I say it to hi m.

He drags in a long , slow brea th, and then rolls ont o hi s back. “Not
tha t kind of girl, hu h?” He says thi s with a trace of disappoint ment in
hi s voice.
I match hi s disappoint ment . I’m no t sure I’d ev en want to turn hi m
down if he made a move, but I might ha ve just thw arted tha t
possibility.

“If you wouldn’t sleep with someo ne you just met . . .” His ey es meet
mine again. “Exactly ho w far would you go?”
I don’t ha ve an ans wer for tha t. I roll ont o my back bec ause the way
he’s looking at me makes me want to ret hi nk one- ni ght stand s. I’m
no t ne ces sarily agains t the m, I suppose. I’ve just nev er been
propositioned for one by someo ne I would cons ider it with.
Unt il now. I thi nk. Is he ev en propositioni ng me? I’ve always been

terri ble at flirting .
He rea ches out and grabs the ed ge of my loung e cha ir. In one swift
movem ent and with ver y mini mal ef fort, he drags my cha ir closer to
hi m unt il it bumps hi s.
My who le body stiffens . He’s so close no w, I can feel the warmth of
hi s brea th cutting thro ugh the cold air. If I were to look at hi m, hi s

face would be mere inc hes from mine. I ref use to look at hi m,
bec ause he’d probably kiss me and I kno w absolutel y no thi ng about
thi s guy, other tha n a couple of na ked truths . But tha t does n’t wei gh
on my cons cienc e at all when he res ts a hea vy ha nd on my stomach.
“How far would you go, Lily?” His voice is dec adent . Smooth. It
travel s straight to my toes .
“I don’t kno w,” I whi sper.

His fing ers beg in to crawl toward the hem of my shi rt. He beg ins to
slowly inc h it upward unt il a slither of my stomach is sho wing . “Oh,
Jesus,” I whi sper, feel ing the warmth from hi s ha nd as he slides it up
my stomach.
Agains t my bet ter judgment , I face hi m again and the look in hi s
ey es complet el y captivates me. He looks ho pef ul and hung ry and

complet el y confid ent . He sink s hi s teet h int o hi s bottom lip as hi s
ha nd beg ins to tea se its way up my shi rt. I kno w he can feel my hea rt
thra shi ng around in my ches t. Hel l, he can probably he ar it.
“Is thi s too far?” he asks.