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stopped.
                  Jesse was at the far end of the building. He stepped closer, but reeked of sweat. Then he took off his cap and shook out his sweaty hair. Droplets splattered on me and he grinned. “Sorry about that.”
                  I ducked my head to hide my grin. I shouldn’t have been so happy to see him.
                  Then he leaned an arm beside me. He gave me a cocky smirk. “You left real quick this afternoon.”
              I jerked a shoulder up. My cheeks were still aflame.
                  Then he chuckled. “A guy who was more insecure might’ve thought he wasn’t good in bed.”
                  I choked out a laugh, but smothered it quickly. Then I rolled my eyes at him. “Are you serious?”
                  “Yeah.” He edged closer.
                  My smile wiped away. I saw he was. I stood straighter.
                  His mouth curved up in a grin, but it dipped down again. The smile was faulty. “Are you okay?”
                  “Yeah.”
                  He nodded and let out a breath in relief. “Good. That’s good.”
                  “Are you?”
                  “What?” He looked back up, surprised.
                  “Are you okay?” My grin was precious.
                  Then he choked out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”
                  “Because you feel.”
                  His hand caught my shirt and I closed my eyes. His hand was so close to me. Then it curved inwards and I was pulled closer. His hand touched the base of my neck and spread upward. He cupped my chin and lifted it so I looked in his eyes. He had moved even closer. Then he whispered as his lips brushed against mine, “I only feel with you.”
                  “I know.” My heart was racing. It pounded in every cell of my body. I was alive in his touch.
                  His eyes dipped to my lips.
                  Desire blasted within me. I grew wet between my legs.
                  He moved closer. I felt him press against me. He whispered again, “Ethan wouldn’t want this.”
                  I curved a hand up and around the back of his head. This time I was the one that held him in place and I anchored him to look in my eyes. When they snapped to mine, I breathed out, “He’s the reason for this.”
                  And then his lips were on mine. I surged against him and as I opened my mouth, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. When Jesse would leave, a part of me would go with him, but until then, I let myself go. I succumbed to him and it wasn’t long before he swept an arm around me and held me against him. We both knew where we would end that night.
                 
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
                  That was my last night with Jesse. He left for Grant West a few weeks later and I got ready for my senior year in school. It wasn’t the same as last year. So much time had passed. Last summer, I was still reeling from Ethan’s death. I was trying to figure out how to move on, to survive, but this year was a bit different. While I wasn’t trying how to figure out to exist, I was trying to figure out how to live. It might not have made sense to most people, but there was a difference between living and existing. I existed before. I was trying to live now.
                  As I walked into school on my first day as a senior, I couldn’t stop the sadness inside of me. Ethan had been a great senior; he had led where Jesse was supposed to take over. Then both of them were going to room together at the university they both would share. While he would never fulfill their promise to attend college together, Jesse fulfilled the plan of ruling his year being a senior. He