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will never be able to kiss him enough.
     
    Song 18. 
    “I’m tired of dancing.” he says, and pulls me down on the futon with him. I look over and see the keg of beer is still in his room. 
    “You always keep a keg in your room?”
    “We have to move it all around, so we don’t get caught. But, yeah, usually. Our dorm advisor thinks I’m a good boy, so he never checks my room. Do you want a beer?”
    “Actually, yeah. That sounds good.”
    He gets up and pours us each a beer. 
    “So why did your face go completely white when I said that quote?”
    I try to think of a good story, but I can’t come up with anything, so I tell him the truth.
    “The guy I dated, hung out with—my best friend calls me Keats. He also loves old literature and quoted me Keats a lot. We had some pretty intense times.”
    “Are you in love with him?”
    “I love him. We’ve been best friends for a couple years, but I don’t know if it’s, like, true love. Like, if you even believe in that. Like, soul mates and stuff.”
    “I believe in that stuff. I told you that. I also told you that’s why I didn’t stay with the girls I dated for very long. I kept thinking it could be something, but then I just couldn’t make it be something, so we broke up. I’ve never done anything like this for a girl before. I’ve never quoted her poetry. You’re different, Boots.”
    There we go, the You Are Different line. Player. Player. Player.
    I giggle. “In other words, I’m weird?”
    “Pretty much,” he laughs, and then pulls me back in for more kissing. 
    I’m in heaven. Dreamland. Fantasyland. The Underworld. Mt. . . . uh, what is the mount where the Greek gods hung out? I can't remember, but I think I’m there too.
    We kiss for days. 
    At least, it feels like it.
    But even though we’ve moved on to almost making out from just plain amazing kisses, he’s still being very, very good. His hands are in my hair, down my back a little, but that’s it. 
    While his mouth is skillful, his hands and tongue are behaving prudishly. 
    And all the guys told me Aiden has great hands. 
    Maybe he’s saving them for soccer?
     
    All of a sudden, the iPod blasts out a loud, booming rap song. 
    “Shit, I think my twenty-nine songs are over.” He runs over and turns down the music and looks at the time. “So, it’s almost curfew. I should probably walk you home.” 
    We walk hand in hand. “You having a party again tonight?”
    “Probably. But I’m tired. I might just crash in someone else’s room.”
    “Well, they’ll like the lights.”
    “Yeah, I’m thinking the lights might have to stay.”
    “Tonight was amazing, really.”
    “So, the intense times you had with that guy. Does that mean you slept with him?”
    “Um, well, yeah. He was kinda my boyfriend. My first love, really.”
    “So he’s special?”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    He frowns and says, “Well, here we are.” 
    We’re standing outside my dorm. 
    He pats me on the back of my shoulder and says, “See ya later, Boots.”
    What’s up with that?
    A pat on the back?
    I’m not sure what happened between kissing in his room and saying goodbye, but I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me. 
    Seriously, a pat on the back?
     
    I get in my dorm and check my phone.
    I have a text from Riley. One from Tyrese with the party info. One from Dallas asking if I’ll take him to the party.
    I planned to lie in bed tonight and dream about Aiden’s kisses, but now I’m too confused by his actions. I need a mellow boy, one who will chill with me and not make my head hurt. So I text my mellow boy back.
     
    Me:  I did get invited to the party, but I’d rather chill. Meet me at the Cave at 1?
     
    Dallas:  Will do. And will bring party favors ;)
     
    Me:  I was hoping you would :) Just don’t bring Riley, okay? 
     
    Dallas:  Why? You two were getting down on the dance floor. Although after you left he was getting down with pretty much everyone. Some chick named Audrey, in