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I shrug. “I don’t know, I guess I just never pictured you as the stalkery type,” I say with a big, cheesy grin. “Did you snap a picture with your phone, too?”

Before I can finish my teasing, he grabs me by the waist and flips me on my back, reversing our positions in a flash.

“Hey, I thought we just agreed no more hanky-panky,” I protest, laughing.

“We did. After today,” he says, leaning down to kiss the spot behind my left ear. “I mean, as far as abstinence goes, we’ve already blown this day.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that logic,” I say with a giggle that quickly morphs into a gasp as he shifts and nibbles his way down to my belly. “But it hasn’t been that long. Are you telling me you’re already good to go…again?”

Not that I know a ton about these things, but I do seem to recall there being a shelf life on my last lover’s erections.

“Oh, I don’t need to be ready for what I’m about to do to you,” he says, looking up at me with a wicked grin that sends a delicious jolt right to my core. I don’t mention that this will be yet another first as he kisses around my belly button and moves southward.

When he gets to his destination, he pulls my thighs apart gently, nudging his shoulders under the bend in my knees. I feel his warm breath on my thighs as he kisses first one side, then the other. I’m coiled tight in anticipation of what’s to come, feeling thrilled and embarrassed at the same time. But my insecurities are gone with a single stroke of his tongue against my center.

Oh my dear good God.

All at once I gasp, ball the sheets in my hands, curl my toes, throw my head back, and stiffen from my hips up. And that’s just the first lick. By the time he’s taken me in his mouth, alternating sucking with tonguing, I’m certain I’m going to go out of my mind with the overwhelming sensation.

He is so good. It’s like he knows instinctively where, when, how hard, and how fast. I am writhing underneath him when I feel a long, strong finger breach me, curling inward to hit a spot inside that makes me—

“Drew!” I yell, arching my back and thrusting my fingers into his thick hair. “Oh, Jesus, Drew…I can’t…I think…”

He pulls his mouth from my body just long enough to utter his demands in a harsh whisper.

“Come for me, Katherine. Let me feel you come. Let me hear you come.”

His commanding tone is so incredibly hot. And his words, in combination with his tongue and fingers, are more than enough to push me right over that invisible edge.

When the world splinters, shatters, and rains down around me, I know with absolute certainty that I will only ever be his.

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Sunday April 9th 11:30 p.m.

D: I wish you were here. With me. In my bed.

K: Me, too.

D: God, I don’t know how I’m going to get through class tomorrow without kissing you senseless.

K: Don’t you dare, Dr. D! You know the rules. No special treatment. Senseless kissing definitely falls into the category.

D: What if I kissed Evan first? Then it wouldn’t be ‘special’ treatment.

K: Evan the bassoonist? I thought you didn’t like the scruffy goatee thing.

D: I don’t. But I’d make an exception if it meant I could taste your mouth again…

K: TASTE MY MOUTH? That sounds really gross!

D: Oh, but I assure you, it’s not gross at all. Maybe we should get together so I can show you…

K: Nice try, Romeo. Keep your ass off my balcony, please.

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Tuesday April 11th 12:42 p.m.