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say, “You said earlier that we have a connection that’s making me feel this way. I don’t fall for guys like you.” Because they always leave. “I--” I’m drawn to him as if he’s my lifeline, and I can’t figure out the reason. I need one, so I ask, “Why do I want you like this?”
    “It’s not want, Olivia.” Aaron steps close to me again, and his gaze traps me as he says, “It’s a need that’s never going to go away.”
    I look at the man before me with ink that covers a good portion of his body, crazy hair, and a wild side that scares the hell out of me. Aaron is the kind of guy that would turn my world upside down, and there’s no good reason I should want to be with him. But my body craves him with an intensity I’ve never experienced, and the memory of our kiss is thumping through my veins like the beat of a drum. None of it makes sense, but his words ring true. I need Aaron Lindquist.
    Suddenly I can’t breathe, and I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I point awkwardly toward the path. “I’m going to go get dressed now.” I turn abruptly and ignore the pain of the rough ground under my feet as I climb quickly to where we left our clothes. When I get to my pack I take deep breaths before I rummage for my phone. The plastic is slick in my hand as I gaze at the screen to discover I’m barely halfway through our date. I can’t do this. I pull up my contacts with the intention of calling Courtney to come save me, but my finger hovers over the call button as I think about the fundraiser. How will I explain screwing up our chance to get Second Sound? I can’t. Olivia Dalton doesn’t fail.
    I tell myself I can handle Aaron Lindquist for a little longer and reach for my pants. My feet thump as I hop to tug them over my hips. He may be sexy as sin, but surely I can resist his charm for a few more hours. I mean really, so we have crazy chemistry going on -- it’s not like I have to act on it. After I pull on my shirt, items rattle in a pocket of my backpack as I search through a vast array of hair ties and clips. I decide to contain my locks in a loose bun. I’ve got this.
    I step out from behind the bushes to Aaron waiting. He asks, “Hungry for lunch?”
    “Starved.”
    He takes my backpack from me, and we walk toward the parking lot. Aaron says, “I thought we’d swing by my place for lunch. My brother Aleck is probably hanging around working on a new song, so we won’t be alone.”
    That should be safe enough, and with another person around it will be easier to ignore the ache I have for Aaron’s heated touch. I walk ahead of him to grab my helmet off the handlebars as I say, “Sounds good to me.” But my cool confidence is short-lived, because the moment I climb on and Aaron is between my legs, I begin to quiver. Thoughts of what he’d feel like without clothes against my sensitive places makes me splay my fingers across his stomach and hold on tighter than necessary. I’m in so much trouble.

Chapter 6
    A aron shares an apartment with his brother Aleck. It’s an old duplex that appears well maintained. The white building has two concrete walkways with yellow and purple pansies in flower boxes outside the windows. As we approach the door I say, “The flowers are lovely.”
    “Yeah, we rent from two sweet old ladies who live on the other side.”
    I notice a curtain move, and when I wonder if they’re spying on us it makes me smile. I whisper, “I think they’re watching us.”
    “Probably. Would you like to meet them?”
    What could be safer than old women? Surely that could buy me some time away from temptation, so I say, “Yes. I would.”
    My backpack thumps on the doorstep when Aaron sets it down, and he leads me toward his neighbors. A wreath is on the door along with a sign that says, “We love polar bear” with a heart symbol for the word love. The polar bear is Bowdoin’s mascot, and I say, “How cute.”
    Aaron says, “Yeah, everyone loves the bear.”