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top doesn’t seem as solid a wardrobe choice as it did earlier.
    I need more insulation from his electrical touch.
    I reach up and wrap my arm around his neck. He drops his head, placing his cheek next to mine. Even though the music is still fast, our bodies have slowed way down. His hands move slowly across my body, leaving little shocks of pleasure in their wake.
    The music stops.
    My ten-song playlist is over.
    I turn around and face him.
    Our faces are so close.
    Our lips torturously closer.
    His hand tangles in my hair, and he looks at me. His eyes are kissing my soul. Caressing me like a lover. They sparkle and shine with both fire and tenderness.
    I realize I’ve been holding my breath.
    I suck in a big breath of air and back away from him.
    I need to get out of here.
    Like, now.
    “I think you're ready for the dance,” I say, as I grab my jacket off his chair.
    He steals it from me and plops down on his futon.
    “Dance for me,” he commands.
    “Dance for you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You wanna see my Kiki stripper moves?” I laugh. “Cuz I really don’t have any.”
    “No. I want to see you move. Show me your new routine. My sister’s been telling me about it.”
    “I can't show you. It's totally top secret.”
    “It’s either that or I pull you on this futon and make a cheater out of you.”
    At first, I think he’s kidding. But the way he's leaning on the futon. The shadows playing across his face. His hooded eyes. That freaking mouth.
    It stops me dead in my tracks.
    I would be both pissed and hurt if Dawson danced with someone the way I just danced with Aiden.
    I used to be the kind of girl that flirted with everyone and anyone. The old me would flirt with Aiden and lead him on. Vanessa would say it's smart. Smart to have a few guys in reserve that want you. That it keeps the guy you're with on his toes. And if he turns out to be a jerk, you just tee up the next guy.
    That might be the kind of girl I was, but it’s not the kind of girl I want to be.
    And why is he dancing with me like this when he’s asking someone else to Homecoming? It’s not fair to her either.
    I should do the right thing.
    “Look, Aiden. It's nice that we’re getting along better. But I like Dawson and I shouldn't have danced with you like that. I don't want to give you the wrong idea. So if I'm going to keep tutoring you, it'll have to be in the library. No more dances. No more almost kisses. No more talking on my neck.”
    “But you and Dawson aren't exclusive. You still aren't wearing the key. So go on a date with me. Date us both.”
    I look at him. Stare into those eyes.
    But, I can’t.
    I don’t want this.
    “I'm sorry, Aiden, but I can’t date a guy like you. A guy that can’t decide if he loves me or hates me." He's getting ready to counter my argument, but I don't give him the chance. "And I know we had some crazy love at first sight thing, but we obviously would be a disaster together.”
    He grins at me.
    Just keeps grinning.
    Then he taps his foot like he knows a secret and can hardly keep it inside him. His whole body is practically humming.
    And his stupid grin keeps growing.
    Damn that smile. I wish he would just put that thing away.
    “Why are you grinning?”
    “Love at first sight, huh?”
    “No. It’s just an expression. That stuff doesn't happen in real life,” I say, even though I know sometimes it does.
    He stands up close to me. His broad naked chest is so close to mine I can feel when he breathes. I hold my breath and move slightly backward, trying to increase the space between us.
    But when I take a step back, he takes another step forward.
    I take another step and back into his wall. There's nowhere else for me to go.
    He puts his palms against the wall on each side of my head. I've never seen this look in his eyes before. It's hunger. And it looks so fucking sexy on him.
    I let out a little breath. Almost a sigh. And close my eyes.
    I can't let him look at me like that. I won’t.
    His