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describe our encounter, she settled with “different.”
    “They were just showing off,” Rosa said as she drained her wine.
    “I am going up to the room to call my baby girl, I’ve already had too much to drink,” Rosa stood, a little unstable on her feet.
    “You want to bring your stuff up to the room?” Rosa asked Regan, who nodded as she followed Rosa inside.
    “How hard would that be?” Emily whispered to me. “Sixteen and moving in with… this!” Emily pointed at the festivities going on in the jacuzzi.
    I spotted Marc in the tub, wedged between Laura and Victoria. He looked uncomfortable. Moments later, he stood and climbed out of the jacuzzi, grabbing his towel from a nearby chair and running it over his chest.
    I had to agree with Victoria, he had a great body. He continued to dry himself off as he walked toward Emily and I.
    “Enjoying the view?” Marc smirked at me as he caught me watching him. I tore my eyes away and focused on the wine glass I held in my hand. He wrapped the towel around his waist and put a t-shirt on, covering his ripped body.
    “No, don’t cover up,” Emily teased and I realized I wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. Marc chuckled and shook his head as he walked toward the bar area.
    “You ladies okay for a drink?”  Marc asked as he took a beer from the cooler and immediately uncapped it.
    “Bring over another bottle of white wine,” Emily shouted as she drained her glass.
    “No, we’ve had enough.” I was definitely tipsy and didn’t want to start our first day in the competition with a hangover.
    “Come on, just one more,” Emily pleaded. It was too late to oblige, Marc was already filling my glass.
    He took a seat between Emily and me, casually leaning back in his chair and taking in his surroundings. He was at least six feet tall and had dark blonde hair that he wore messy and spiked. His shoulders were broad and he looked as though he worked out often. His standout feature could have easily been his gorgeous blue eyes, but it was his smile that stood out to me. He had perfect full lips and when he smiled, a dimple appeared in each cheek.
    He reminded me of the football jock from those teenage movies. You know, the one who is always dating the hot cheerleader? When he entered a room, the girls certainly took notice, but he seemed oblivious to the attention.
    “Have fun in the tub with Vicky did you?” Emily teased as Marc took a long swig of his beer. The way the two of them joked around was as if they’d known each other a lot longer than a couple of hours.
    “She’s full on isn’t she?” Marc looked stunned.
    “She’s got her sights set on you buddy. Watch out,” Emily announced playfully.
    “Thanks for the heads up,” Marc sat his beer on the table and focused on me. I noticed him look at my left hand and then his eyes settled on my face.
    “So, Kyla, are you seeing anyone?” Emily almost choked on her wine as soon as the question left Marc’s lips. She was grinning at me widely and I wanted to kick her under the table, but she out of my reach.
    “No, not at the moment.” I answered, trying to hide the blush that crept across my cheeks.
    “Good to know,” he smiled.
    “I’m in a relationship, Marc, just in case you’re interested,” Emily interjected and Marc and I both laughed. Thank goodness for Emily’s interlude, because it took the attention away from how truly uncomfortable I was discussing my single status. I hadn’t thought it would be such a big deal until people started asking the dreaded question.
    The rest of the evening was relaxed and I was beginning to get comfortable around the group of strangers. We decided to call it a night at around one in the morning. Emily went straight upstairs, but I decided to wash up our wine glasses before heading to bed. Marc followed me to the sink and grabbed a towel ready to wipe the glasses.
    “You don’t have to help, go on up to bed.” I said, washing the first glass.
    “You