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I  make  a  quick  glanc e  around   the  room,  just  to  make  sure  no thi ng

                em barra ssing  will catch  hi s ey e.  He  takes  a sea t on  my bed  and  I watch
                as  he  scans   the  room.  I  stand   in  the  door way  to  my  bathro om  and   try
                to give  hi m one  last out.
                    “You say thi s will make  it stop, but I’m warni ng  you right  no w, R yle.
                I’m   like   a   drug.   If   you   ha ve   sex    with   me   toni ght ,   it’s   onl y   going    to
                make  thi ng s  worse  for  you.  But  onc e  is  all  you’re      get ting .  I  ref use  to

                bec ome  one      of  the   many   girls  you  use  to—ho w  did  you  word  it  tha t
                ni ght ? Sat isfy your needs ?”
                    He  lea ns   back  on  hi s  el bows.  “You  aren’ t  tha t  kind   of  girl,  Lily.  And
                I’m no t the  kind  of guy who  need s someo ne  more  tha n  onc e.  We  ha ve
                no thi ng  to worr y about.”
                    I   close   the   door   behi nd    me,    wond eri ng    ho w   in   the   hel l   thi s   guy
                talked  me  int o thi s.

                    It’s  the   scrubs.  The   scrubs  are    my  wea knes s.  It  ha s  no thi ng   to  do
                with  hi m.
                    I wonde r if the re’s a  way  he  could leav e the m on du ring the  sex?


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                I’ve  nev er  taken  more  tha n  ha lf  an  ho ur  to  get   rea dy,  but  it’s  almost
                an  ho ur  bef ore  I’m  fini shed   in  the  bathro om.  I  sha ved   more  parts  of
                me    tha n   was   probably      nec essary,   and    then    spent    a   good    twent y

                minu tes   ha ving   a  frea k-out,  and   ha d  to  talk  mysel f  out  of  openi ng   the
                door    and   tel ling   hi m  to  lea ve.  But  no w  tha t  my  ha ir   is  dry  and   I’m
                clea ner   tha n  I’ve  ev er  been,   I  thi nk   I  might   be  able  to  do  thi s.  I  can
                totally ha ve  a one- ni ght  stand . I’m twent y-three  yea rs old.
                    I   open   the   door    and    he’s   still   there   on   my   bed .   I’m   a   little
                disappoint ed   to  see  tha t  hi s  scrub  top  is  on  the  floor,  but  I  don’t  see
                hi s   pants,   so   he   must   still   be   wea ring    them .   He’s   und er   the   covers ,
                tho ugh,  so I can’t tel l.

                    I  close  the  door  behi nd   me  and   wait  for  hi m  to  roll  over  and   look
                at   me,    but   he   does n’t.   I   take   a   few    step s   closer,   and    tha t’s   when   I
                no tice  he’s sno ring .
                    Not   just   a   light —oh   I   just   fell   as leep—s no re.    It’s   a   middle   of   REM
                sleep  kind  of sno re.

                    “R yle?”  I whi sper. He  does n’t ev en  budge  when  I sha ke  hi m.
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