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“Hey. I’m Kyle. This is Shandra.” She gives us a weak wave. “And the guys behind me are Jason and Wes.” They wave, too, then lose interest in us and look down at their phones.

“We’re having a party over at Jason’s place tonight,” Kyle says. “You interested?”

“No. Sorry. We’ve got plans.”

Jade nudges me. “We can go.”

I give her a look telling her I don’t want to.

“I forgot,” she says to Kyle. “Wedohave plans.”

“That’s fine. I just saw you guys here and thought I’d ask. There’s a party every night until classes start so just give me a call if you want to know where they are.”

“Order for Kensington,” the girl at the window yells.

I glance over and see the sundae sitting there. “That’s ours. I’ll see you later, Kyle.”

As Jade and I are walking off, I hear a guy in the car say, “Kensington? That’s Garret Kensington? As in Kensington Chemical?”

They take off. I wanted to keep a low profile at this school and now they know who I am. Maybe I could pretend I’m a different Garret Kensington. Then again, a quick Internet search and they’d know it was me.

We take the ice cream to the park we were at earlier, but this time I take out the blanket we keep in the trunk and spread it over the ground in a secluded spot tucked away in the trees, far away from the picnic tables.

“Why are we sitting back here?” Jade slips the plastic spoon in her mouth and slowly takes it out and that’s all it takes to get me going again.

“I wanted privacy.” I scoop up some ice cream, keeping my eyes on her.

“You wanted privacy to eat ice cream?” She takes another bite, then slowly licks the spoon.

Shit, that’s hot. Major movement in the shorts.

“Yeah. I did.”

She shrugs. “Okay.”

“You have ice cream on your lips.”

“Did you bring any napkins?”

“You don’t need one.” I take the spoon from her hand and toss it aside, then I lick the cold ice cream from her lips as I lean her back on the blanket.

She closes her eyes and I kiss her, my tongue tasting her mouth. I put my leg between hers and press myself against her so she feels what she’s done to me.

She moans, which is one of my absolute favorite sounds in the world.

“What are you doing?” she asks, breathlessly.

“You.” I say it forcefully as I reach down and unzip her shorts.

“Right here? Now? In the park?”

“You told me you’re impatient.” I run my lips across her cheek and over to her ear. “You said you didn’t like to wait. And just so you know…”

“Yeah?” she whispers.

I slip my hand down her shorts and she moans again.

“I don’t like to wait either.”

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