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A salesguy is moving in our direction. I turn to the left. To the home goods. So no one will hear us.

Or see me blushing like a tomato.

He takes the backpack from me. Replaces it with my purse. His fingertips skim my neck. My collarbone.

It's like he's reminding me I'm his.

But I'm not.

He's made that abundantly clear.

"Have you?" he asks.

"What?"

He shakes his headno. "Have you ever let a guy between your legs?" That same jealousy seeps into his voice.

"Did you bet Dean about that too?"

"No."

"Will you tell him?"

"No. I shouldn't have told him shit."

Maybe. But I want him bragging to his friends about us. About being with me. I want him so infatuated with me, with my body, with fucking me, that he can't keep his mouth shut.

"Are you going to tell him about this conversation?"

"No." He chuckles. "I don't need anyone knowing I'm corrupting you."

I move forward. To the expensive notebooks. They're muted. Masculine. Dark. I pick up a black one. It's leather-bound with a magnetic snap. "You are?"

"I just got you to say cunt in a shopping mall."

My laugh is more nervous than anything. "I liked it."

"Even worse."

"No, like you said." I force myself to turn back to him. To look him in the eyes. I can't stand Brendon thinking he isn't good for me. Even if this whole hot and cold act of his is driving me bonkers. "It's a powerful word. A tool."

"You're only interested as a writer?"

I nod.

"And I only watch porn as an artist."

Fuck, why does he make it so hard to hold his gaze? My cheeks are burning. I stammer something. "Well... yeah... you need to study the human figure."

"And that's why you read dirty books, to study the prose?"

"Yeah. I don't need them for fantasies. My imagination is plenty active. You... I guess you haven't read any of my fan fiction."

"I'm still waiting on that story about Draco tying up Harry."

"Have you even readHarry Potter?"

"I know the gist."

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