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more to this egg-head than I thought. I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes like cowboys did in old westerns.
    “Okay, why did you miss the shot?”  
    “Why did I miss the shot?” he repeated. “Because I cared more about knowing you than I did about winning another game.”
    This time I didn’t even try to conceal the dumbfounded look on my face.  He had just passed me the greatest compliment, even better than the one about kissing my lips. Fuhgettabouit. I didn’t even have a quip to deliver. I didn’t care if my wit had failed me.
    On our way out we stopped to browse through the candy and toys for sale. As if the place wasn’t small enough, they had to cram it full of junk.
    Caleb was studying something in the corner as I studied him.
    “Look at this thing,” he beckoned me over.  I wedged myself between him and a row of sherbet colored Beanie Babies to get a look. It was a penny press, one of those souvenir coin makers in which you placed fifty cents and a penny. The machine would then press your penny and stamp a random message on it in its newly flattened form, keeping your fifty cents as payment.  Caleb was pulling change from his pockets like he was roped on too much sugar. 
    “You do it,” he said, dropping the coins into my palm.  I slid the change into the narrow slit on its front and pushed the start button. The press began to hum and vibrate in a polite vibrato. I was acutely aware of how close we were standing and I would have edged away if there was anywhere to go. I knocked a few of the Beanie Babies off the shelf. As we bent to pick them up, the machine made a small burping sound and the penny landed in the return slot with a tinkle. He rubbed his hands together and I giggled.
    “Now there’s something you don’t see very often,” he said, tapping me lightly on the nose.
    I swallowed my girlishness and resumed my dour face.  My nose was now tingling.
    “It’s just a souvenir machine, calm down, Stokes.”
    “Aaah, but this isn’t just any coin maker,” he said, pointing to advertisement on it that I, unfortunately, had failed to see.
    “This is the romantic coin maker.”
     I paled.
    The penny was still warm when my fingers found it. I handed it to Caleb without even bothering to see what the message was.
    “Well, well.” His voice was smug. Curiosity got the best of me. I pulled his arm down until the coin was directly in front of my face and read:
                   Good for one kiss
     
                   Anywhere, anytime
     
    The nerve! I backed out of the tight spot and started walking to the door.
    “Good luck collecting that one.”
    He didn’t say a word and he didn’t need to. His strut and the smile on his face were enough to
    tell me what he was thinking.
    I asked him about Laura on the way back to the dorms. He told me that he only dated her for a week their freshman year and that she was a nice girl. By the time he walked me to my dorm room, I was so preoccupied with thoughts of him kissing me, that I stumbled over my own feet.
    “Careful, Duchess,” he said, grabbing me by the elbow, “if you sprain something, I’m going to have to carry you to your door.” He laughed at the look of horror on my face.
    “Most girls would be excited by that prospect, you know?”
    “I’m not most girls.”
    “Yes, so I see.”
     
    He took a step toward me and I shrank back against the door, trying to press myself into the thin plywood.  He was unbearably close. Placing both hands on either side of my head he was inches… inches from my face. I could feel his breath on my lips. I wanted to see his lips, watch what they were doing—but I kept my eyes locked on his. If I could just hold his eyes he might not notice that my chest was heaving from my labored breaths, and that my fingernails were curved into the door behind me. He moved his head closer his nose was practically touching mine. My lips parted. How long had we been