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    “Damn, I was hoping you weren’t going to notice you were doing that. It felt good.” He scrunches his shoulders up and twists his neck from side to side.
    I go back over to him and resume the massage. “All you had to do was ask, you know. You needn’t be a rubdown opportunist.”
    Liam leans his head forward and lets out a little moan.
    I press my thighs together in case he decides to make anymore of his pretty, pretty noises and I start to spontaneously orgasm right here and now.
    Talking. It’s a thing people do.
    “So, are you going to try out for Townsend House tomorrow? I think practically everyone else in class is.”
    He shakes his head slightly. “Nah, I already talked to the director. I’m going to be helping with costumes.”
    “Really? Do you have any experience with that? I know you said you used to run crew in high school, but I assumed that meant building sets and props and stuff.”
    Liam snorts, turning his face up to look at me. “Sexist much? That’s like me assuming your favorite part of theatre is the make-up.”
    “That is my favorite part, duh.” I dig my thumb into his neck and he drops his head back down, moaning again. “So, you like costuming. Okay. All I was saying was that in my vast theatrical experience, the girls and the gays are the ones that are into the clothes.”
    “Maybe I’m gay,” he says. “Did you consider that? Maybe Ariana cheated on me because she sensed I secretly liked guys.”
    Figures. Freaking figures a million and one times. I knew he was too good to be true. “Is this your really, really roundabout way of coming out to me, because I am fine with you either way. Straight costumer, gay set builder, bisexual make-up artist. Whatever.”
    He laughs. “I’m not gay, I’m just teasing. People assume things about you when you look a certain way or like a certain thing. And even though you are one of the more accepting and liberal people I know, even you do it. That’s all I was pointing out.”
    “So why did things between you and Ariana fall apart?” I mean, if we’re having sharing time…
    He pulls away from me and stands. “Your turn.” He gestures to the desk he was sitting in and I walk around the front of it and sit down. His hands are strong and warm. I revel in the pleasant for about two seconds before he goes all deep tissue on me.
    “Fucking A, I know I’m built like a linebacker, but ease up a bit will ya?”
    His touch becomes considerably lighter.
    “Well, you can do it harder than that.”
    He increases the pressure a hair more and it’s perfect. My turn to inappropriately moan.
    “Like that?” he asks.
    “Liiiiiiiike. Thaaaat.”
    Liam chuckles.
    “You didn’t answer my question before.” I push my chin toward my chest, getting an eyeful of cleavage. Cleavage that he’s probably getting an eyeful of as well. I have another flash of rack pride. He still doesn’t respond to my question. “Not that you have to answer it. I’m being incredibly nosy. It’s just I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’m interested in how the whole relationship thing works, or doesn’t.”
    “You’ve really never had a boyfriend? That’s hard to believe.” His fingertips brush against my collarbone and I shiver involuntarily again.
    Jesus, I might as well be coming in front of him. Like he doesn’t know what all my shivering is about.
    “Why is it hard to believe?”
    “Because, you’re you. You dance with drag queens and say whatever is on your mind. You’re loud and funny and weird. You’ve probably had tons of guys that were in love with you and you just didn’t know about it because you intimidated the hell out of them.”
    “I wish…”
    Not missing a beat, he says, “I want…”
    I giggle. “Where the hell were you when I had to go stag to my senior prom and was forced to interpretive dance like I meant it while the rest of my graduating class simulated sex in their shiny dresses and rented tuxes?”
    “See? People