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“What did I just say?”

“Something about Tessa.”

“Oh my God. So you weren’t listening.”

“Kenzie’s pissed at the thumbs-up guy, Tessa’s got bad taste in music, and somebody in your class sucks.”

Kylie stares at me.

“Sucks dick,” I correct myself. “That’s what you said.”

She smiles, big and dumb and about four inches from my face, with her chin on my chest and her eyebrows up like she’s waiting for me to be a dick about it. I get my hand in her wet hair and kiss her instead.

I didn’t tell her to come over here for this, and she knows it. She kisses me back slowly, and it doesn’t go anywhere. She settles in closer and starts talking again with her mouth about an inch from mine, something about goggles, and I peck her lips at the end of every sentence.

Around midnight, she starts nuzzling her face into my side, so I reach down, shut the laptop, and put it on the floor. Then I sit up, pull my shirt off over my head, and drop it off the side of the bed. She watches me do it and snuggles in.

“I could seriously get used to this,” she says, smiling.

I turn off the lamp. She gets herself arranged against my side with her knee over my thigh and her hand on my chest, and I keep tracing her back under the hoodie with my mouth resting on the top of her hair, and that’s how I go under.

I wake up at three-something hanging half off my own mattress with my left arm dead underneath her, and I have to piss so fucking bad it hurts. Getting out from under her takes a while. She’s got a knee between my legs and an arm across my stomach, and when I try to slide the arm out, she tightens on me like she doesn’t want me to leave.

“Kylie,” I whisper.

She’s very clearly asleep, even when she grabs me and pulls me closer.

“Kylie, I need to piss.”

I peel her off me a limb at a time and put a pillow where I was so she doesn’t wake up on cold sheets. When I come back, she’s taken the whole bed. She has my pillow, one hand tucked under her cheek, the hoodie sleeve pulled down over her fingers. She stole that hoodie Friday. She’s worn it four days running and told me twice that it’s hers now, and I stand there in the dark thinking I should get it back before Thursday, because it’s the one I like.

There’s about eight inches of mattress left. I could move her against the wall, and she probably wouldn’t wake up. I stand there a few more seconds anyway, looking at her in my hoodie in my bed with her mouth open, and it goes through me that I’m going to be doing this again next week, and probably the week after that, and if I’m not, I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with myself.

I pick the blanket up off the floor and get into what’s left of the bed and put it over both of us. She comes across the mattress and finds me without ever surfacing. She kisses my shoulder and falls back asleep.

I come up out of it again because she’s moving. For a while, I think she’s getting comfortable, and then her hand goes down my stomach and keeps going. It’s gray in the room. My alarm hasn’t gone yet, which puts it before five-fifty, and Kylie’s propped up on one elbow looking down at me, wide awake.

“Hey, you,” she says.

“What are you doing?” I murmur. “It’s early.”

“Early bird gets the worm.”

She kisses my chest and watches my eyes. She nips me with her teeth, and I jump. She smiles and takes her time going down, her hair dragging over my skin after her mouth. She doesn’t touch the scar. She goes straight to the line of my hip and kisses it, licks it, sucks it. I’m already hard, and she knows it. I get my hands in her hair, and she bites the top of my waistband and kisses me through my sweats.

“Kylie.” I touch her face. “Baby.”

She pulls her bottom lip in and reaches inside my sweatpants. Her fingers are cold when they wrap around me.

Fuck this. I go to sit up, and she pushes me back down.

“You’re following my pace this morning.”

I fall back, close my eyes, and breathe. I can try. I focus on the pull of her hand, and then she takes the tip into her mouth, and I’m about to lose it. She takes me deep, and my toes curl.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

She takes her time. She pulls all the way back and licks the length of me, and with her other hand, she reaches up and runs her fingers over my stomach. She smiles while she does it. Then she takes me deeper, and I breathe through it.