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too.”
    “What’s so bad about it?” I ask, trying to keep my voice from shaking all over the place. Even though I know
exactly
what’s so bad. Reagan may seem super confident, but even she probably gets a complex with someone so experienced. Oh! Lightbulb … is that why they haven’t slept together yet?
    Talon pinches his lips, then lets them fall back open like he’s about to share somethingsuper personal. I better make sure I handle it with care and don’t freak the freak out. It was a long time ago anyway. Time to prove I’m a good go-to girl!
    “You really didn’t know?” He smiles at me, but it’s not reaching up to his blue beauties. “It’s not like I kept real quiet about it.”
    He stops and I wait for what seems like forever. Oh, why did I bring up this uncomfortable topic?
    “Reagan knows about all the other girls, right? I mean, you guys went through”—I put my fingers up in quotes—“ ‘the list,’ right?”
    “I told her everything … she wasn’t real happy. She kind of thinks because I’m—” His head goes back against the headrest again, and he starts fiddling with the keys in his hand. “Sorry, she’s your best friend. You don’t want to hear this.”
    He reaches for his door handle, and I go into panic mode. He’s going to walk me to my door, but here in the car, it’s strangely intimate, and I don’t want him thinking I don’t want to talk to him.
    “Talon,” I say, grabbing his biceps. My tiny hand can’t fit around it, and I have to focus on what I was going to say, instead of blurting out,
Holy muscles! Please wrap those arms around me and never let go!
    His hand drops from the door handle, so as much as I don’t want to, I drop my hand as well. “Reagan’s not my only friend. You can talk to me, and I won’t say anything to her if you don’t want me to.”
    He smiles, and this time it does go up to those sapphire eyes. He leans over the console, and … What’s happening? He’s not going to kiss me, right? He wouldn’t do that to Reagan. Even though the chemistry between us is flying through the car like his watermelon air freshener. I can’t move, and I can’t stop looking at his lips and wanting them on mine … but not yet.
Not yet!
I want to scream it, but I don’t have to. His face turns so it lands over my shoulder, and those big ol’ biceps I wanted around me wrap me up in the best hug I’ve ever had in my life. It’s totally orgasmic, which is embarrassing to admit, but I can’t think of any other way to describe it. And I wonder if Talon’s a good in-between-the-lines reader, because I know I didn’t say out loud that I wanted him to hug me, even though I was thinking it pretty hard.
    I sigh over his shoulder, relaxing in his hold. Then his warm breath tickles my neck when he opens his mouth.
    “Thanks, Kayla.” He pulls back and taps a finger across my nose, which jolts me because he’s never done something like that. “It was a long time ago, and I think Reagan and I are past it. I’d get into it more, but I’m going to fall asleep.”
    Oh right! His eyes are all hooded and sleepy. “Are you okay to drive home?”
    “It’s not far. I’ll be fine.”
    “Well, text me or something when you get home so I know you didn’t fall asleep at the wheel.”
    “I will.” He grabs his door handle again. “First, let’s get you home okay.”
    If only our RA wasn’t such a tight-ass, I’d invite Talon in to sleep in Reagan’s bed till she got home, so I could watch him sleep. Instead, after he drops me off at the bottom of the stairs, I settle for sitting on my bed and staring at my phone, time going so slow I’m pretty sure it’s stopped completely. But the cell finally lights up and sings out “You Belong with Me,” by Taylor Swift. My Talon song.
    Got home ok. Have a g’nite!
    I read the text a million times before I doze off into Talon-induced dreams.

Progress Report: December 12
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