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cloud!” I could only hope she was referring to the act of sleeping.
    “We share a pool with the rest of the community, but we have our own hot tub. It’ll be like doing it in a—”
    I elected to tune her out at that point, but not before I could hear another infamous: “We’re going to have the best time ever!”
     

CHAPTER THREE

    “I knew all those goats I’d sacrificed to Eros would eventually pay off,” Maddie said as she slipped into a slinky red dress.
    My eyebrows shot up. “We haven’t even started drinking, but I’m pretty sure you’re already tanked. What are you talking about?”
    “Don’t you know?” She grinned. “I’ve been praying to the Greek god of sex, pleading with him to ensure that you wear something hot and trendy for once. I’m so glad it worked.”
    I adjusted the hem of my short black dress and smiled bravely. “I dress like this all the time.” There was no way I was going to tell her that this outfit had spent the past three years stuffed in the back of my closet.
    “Sure you do,” she teased. “Every time we Skype your cat sweaters are such a turn-on. You have no idea how hot and bothered I get.”
    Contrary to Maddie’s belief, I didn’t actually enjoy dressing like a geriatric homebody. I liked wearing sexy, fashionable clothes and enjoyed experimenting with make-up. Not for the purpose of attracting men or showing up other women—for myself.
    It was just that comfort often won out over style. Especially between cramming sessions for biology and chemistry finals. There was something unorthodox about wearing lipstick and stilettos while performing a dissection of a pig fetus. Not to mention, my mother would go into immediate cardiac arrest if she ever saw me in anything as risqué as the low-cut piece of fabric that currently clung to my every curve, barely managing to cover my ass.
    “You look amazing, Dee,” Maddie said, eyeing my reflection in the floor-length mirror spreading across an entire wall of my bedroom.
    “I feel amazing.” My long, wheat-colored curls were tamed and polished. My black dress and dark make-up contrasted my pale skin and light eyes, bringing attention to features I often forgot were there. Full lips, long lashes, high cheekbones. My round baby face and long bangs pulled down my age slightly, but I countered those obstacles with the rest of my body. I didn’t have dangerously jaw-dropping curves like Maddie, but I managed to fill out my dress quite nicely.
    “Do you often make a habit of praying to the Greek God of Sex?” I asked Maddie.
    “Only when it comes to you, sister,” she replied, winking. Then she narrowed her eyes and asked the one question I’d been skirting around answering. “How’s sex with Presty Boy?”
    I sank down on the edge of my bed, refusing to meet her eyes.
    “Dee?” Panic filled Maddie’s voice. “Oh, Dear Lord! Don’t tell me that—”
    “Sex isn’t really our thing.”
    “Sex is everybody’s thing!” she cried. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
    “I didn’t say sex wasn’t my thing, Mads,” I corrected carefully. “I just mean that Preston and I…uhh, we—”
    “Have you never done it?!”
    “Once,” I said sheepishly.
    A mixture of terror and disbelief flooded Maddie’s eyes. “You’ve had sex one time in the past two years? One time ?”
    “You look like I just told you I was dying of a terrible disease or something.”
    “You might as well be! Once in two years, Dee? Are you fucking insane?” She then lowered her voice and trained her pitying gaze on me. “Was it that bad?”
    “Worse,” I admitted. “There was no…”
    “Spark?” Maddie was holding firmly to her theory.
    I nodded. “There was no anything really. He actually encouraged me to have fun with other people. As long as we kept up the pretense in front of our parents, he was okay with having an open relationship.”
    She took a moment to mull over that idea. “Please tell me that you took his