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    Doesn’t she know me by now?
    We’ve grown apart this past year. I can feel it. She has to feel it. Things haven’t been the same between us since the end of last year, and I’m cool with that. But it’s like she doesn’t want to make waves.
    Well, I’m sick and tired of remaining stagnant. Life isn’t going to just pass me by. I’m gonna grab it by the balls every chance I get.
    And if that means grabbing Cannon’s balls tonight, then so be it. I’m up for the challenge.
    Though truthfully? I’m guessing Cannon won’t be a challenge at all.
    “Go find Dustin,” I say, my voice loud enough for everyone standing around to hear me. “I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to keep you company tonight.”
    The hurt look on her face says it all. I’m the total bitch best friend.
    May as well own it.
    Without a word she turns on her heel and heads the other way. I watch her go, tempted to run after her but I remain where I stand.
    Cannon whistles low as he leads me out to the backyard, my arm still curled through his. “You’re cutthroat,” he says, almost admiringly.
    I shrug, smiling up at him. “Don’t worry about her. She understands.”
    He smiles in return. “You got a swimsuit on underneath your clothes?”
    My smile turns coy. “Maybe.”
    “Might have to strip you naked before you get in that hot tub, huh? Is that what you’re telling me?” he asks, his voice hopeful.
    In his dreams. I don’t answer him.
    A little mystery never hurt anyone.
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Chapter 5 - Cannon
    This girl is ready for action and I’m ready to give it. I’ve heard the stories about Emily, especially these last few months. She likes to party. Get her wasted and she falls to her knees in an instant. Though I’m not looking for that-don’t laugh. It’s true. I won’t turn down a blowjob or a hand job or whatever, but what I’ve really been looking for lately is…
    A connection.
    Sounds sappy. All my friends would tell me I’ve lost my balls and become a complete pussy, but whatever. What the hell do they know about relationships? Nothing, that’s what. And I’m not necessarily seeking a relationship-I’d probably freak out if I found myself in one-but I am looking for something more than a casual hook up at a party.
    I want someone I can literally Netflix and chill with. I want someone who’ll come watch me play ball and wear my jersey. Yell my name as loud as she can from the stands when I go running by, and who’ll congratulate me for a spectacular win with a big, fat kiss. Someone I can make out with whenever I want.
    Yeah. Perfect. I want that.
    “Cannon.” Em draws my name out, all the n’s slurring together. Girl’s been drinking a lot more than I thought. Probably stoned too. “Watch me.”
    I do, crossing my arms in front of my chest as she awkwardly strips out of her clothes, revealing that yep, she’s wearing a red bikini. But it’s tiny, the triangle top barely covering her tits, and the bottoms are so small I’m guessing she waxes pretty much everything.
    “Tricked ya,” she says as she saunters toward me, her hips swaying. A few guys that are nearby cheer her on and she beams, clearly loving the attention.
    This girl is a wreck.
    I bet I could rescue her.
    “How’d you trick me?” I ask when she stops directly in front of me, her hands going to my chest. They funnel beneath my T-shirt, touching my bare skin and I shiver at her aggressive touch.
    “You hoped I’d have to skinny dip.” She cocks her hip, resting her hand there. “Look at