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seek him out.
    Cole lingered near me when I returned, dragged me to the
fire to dance with the other cousins. I let him give me drink after drink so I
could calm down, and after a while the scene behind the building almost seemed
impossible.
    The dancing was fun, the alcohol helping me make a big fool
of myself just like everyone else, and I loved the feeling of the sand between
my toes and the music. When a small Silver snatched my sandals and took off
down the beach, me clumsily after him, I wanted nothing more than to be a
Silver for the rest of my life. Not for the money, but for this, being a part
of something bigger than myself.
    When Shannon didn’t return to the cabin after midnight, I
left to meet Cole not far from where I’d met Jonah the night before. When I was
close enough to the water to smell its salty breeze, I changed my mind. I
didn’t want to meet Cole on the beach. Instead I cut through the trees off the
path so Cole wouldn’t see me. I went to the cabin without a pod, on its own at
the edge where trees gave way to sand. I took off my shoes and tiptoed up the
stairs to the front door, high off the water, and knocked softly. It was late.
He might not even be awake.
    He might not even be alone.
    The thought came unbidden. Eva McCallister could be inside.
I could be interrupting them right at that moment. But if they were, I heard
nothing to describe it. I gave myself four seconds of bravery before turning
back down the stairs.
    The door opened before I got to the bottom, a lazy yawning
sound on hinges rusted by the ocean water breeze. He leaned against the door,
shirtless, shorts hung low on his hips. He had bed hair, messy and I liked him
like this, sleepy and unkempt.
    His body, in the bright moonlight, was exquisite. He didn’t
have the bulging muscles of Cole or Henry, but narrow, cut hips and a serious
strength in his shoulders that suggested he was made of something stronger than
the rest of us mere mortals.
    His sleepy gaze fixed on me, surprise mingling with something
else for just a moment.
    “Are you lost, little girl?”
    “No.” I turned, took a cautious step closer to him.
    “You shouldn’t be here.”
    I took another step up. “Oh, I know I shouldn’t.”
    “You should be meeting that boy who couldn’t take his eyes
off you all night.” His breathing changed, I could see it in the rise and fall
of his chest, quicker now. As fast as mine.
    “I am. Aren’t I?” I took another step. Inches separated us.
    His mouth parted, an argument there, or something more
unkind. Finally he stepped back, held the door open further.
    “Get in here.”
    I did as I was told. His room was bigger than ours, but not
by much. He had a desk and a queen sized bed, several pillows instead of my one.
He shut the door and the only light seeped in through the cracks made by the
curtains not being closed tight enough. It let me see him for a moment as he
came toward me and then we were both in darkness. I was sure he could hear my
heart pounding. Did he know, could he possibly know, how badly I hoped he’d
satisfy me at last?
    He touched my hair, let it out of its restraints. His
fingers hesitated in the soft curls and I wondered if he knew I could feel him
touching me like that, too gentle for someone who’d been anything but for two
days.
    His voice came out harsh, barely more than a whisper.
    “I want you on your knees.”
    I did as he wished. His hands followed, stayed in my hair,
briefly touched my cheek.
    “Take them off.”
    I hooked my fingers around his boxer shorts, pulled them
down so he was free. It touched my cheek, hard already. I wondered if he’d been
thinking about me as he lay in bed. I instinctively put my hand around the base
of it. His breath sped up and I heard the softest of moans.
    “Prove to me you deserve more.”
    There it was again, the challenge and I whimpered hearing
it. More . I wanted more. I’d do whatever was necessary to deserve it.
    I took him into my mouth, not