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answered, in full control.
    I rubbed my hands against his
stone-hard abs, and kissed the side of his neck. I stroked my thumb first against
the small globe-shaped tattoo on his left hip, then against the six letters
that made a circle on his beefy right shoulder. S-Y-D-N-E-Y.
    He ran his fingers down past
my breasts, past my belly button. He stroked his pinky across the cusp of my
underwear.
    “Evan…”
    “Shh.” He brought his lips
down to my chest, then ran his tongue against my belly button.
    “Evan... please... don't stop.”
    He caressed my ass, and said,
“Trust me. I don't plan to.” He kissed me all the way back up to my cheeks. He pushed
his forehead against mine, stared into my eyes with an intense longing. “Are
you ready?”
    I didn’t say a word. Just
nodded. And waited.
    He slipped his fingers
underneath my jeans.  
    “Evan… oh Evan…” I felt it.
His fingers. His touch, his perfect touch. I closed my eyes. “Oh my God !”
    I let out a scream, as I
blinked myself out of my dream. My mouth hung open for a moment, while I tried
to catch my breath.
    I brought my hand to the side
of my neck, and took in my surroundings. The wind had ceased, and the sunlight
was streaming in. My pillow was covered in drool.
    “Whoa,” I said. I blinked a
few times, but no matter how many times I did, the image of Evan Taylor standing
almost naked in front of me only seemed to strengthen.  
    I sat up, heard the loud banging
of fingers against a keyboard past my bed.  
    “Melanie?” I asked.
    “Yeah. Hey.” She said it so
solemnly, like someone had died. I slunk down against my mattress for a second.
I hadn’t yelled Evan's name in my sleep, had I?
    “What... uhh... what time is
it?”
    “It’s almost ten.” She finished
her typing, pushed her chair back, and stood up. She was already dressed,
showered, everything. She grabbed a sweater from her dresser drawer, plus a
scarf, and said, “It’s supposed to rain today, just FYI.”
    I looked out the window. That
magical sun streaming in was about to disappear behind a chunk of black clouds.
“Oh. Damn.”
    “Tell me about it.” She
headed toward the front door.
    “Wait, where are you going?”
I asked.
    “Just out with some friends.”
    “You don’t want to talk?
About last night?”
    “It’s fine, Sydney. I’ll see
you later.” She rushed out of the room before I had a chance to stop her.
    I sat up, dangled my legs off
the bed. I shivered. The clouds were only starting to roll in, but the cold was
already here.
    I checked my phone. There was
a missed call from Lukas, so I dialed him.
    “Hey, what’s up? You called?”
    “Yeah, I wanted your advice
about something,” he said, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. “I'm trying to
decide which final to study for first .
There’s so many to choose from!”
    I laughed. “Oh yeah?” I played
with my hair, as I tried to remember all the classes Lukas had this semester. “Let’s
see. You could start with sociology, of course.”
    “Uh huh. Or psychology, maybe,”
Lukas said.
    “Or what about History of
Africa? Remember, that final’s fifty multiple choice questions, plus two essays
and an oral presentation.”
    “Oh, yeah. That's right.” He
stayed quiet for a moment. I waited for him to say it first. I knew he was
thinking it. Finally: “You know what? I don't have to start studying yet. How about we go to IHOP and get some
breakfast?”
    I grinned. “I think that's a
great idea.”
    I picked up Lukas a half-hour
later. He sported his adorable black-framed glasses, and a light green sweater over
his treasured brown Corduroy pants. He looked dressed to impress, unlike me,
who just threw on a blue LMU sweatshirt and a saggy pair of jeans. We had two
pancake breakfasts at IHOP, and then saw the latest Gerard Butler romantic
comedy at the Rave Cinemas 18. I gave him grief for picking it—the latest
from both the Coen Brothers and Wes Anderson were out—but he wanted to
see something stupid,