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again.
    We found the bed, kissing and touching the entire way to it. He laid me down carefully on my back, crawling over me. His pants were gone and soon there was nothing between us. We came together and fire burned inside me.
    All I wanted was him. All I wanted …
    My eyes snapped open, my heart beating heavily inside my chest as I woke up in a sweat. My sheets were pushed off and tangled around my feet. My hair was matted down, damp and sticking to the skin of my neck.
    It had felt so real … and worst of all, though I was awake now, all I wanted was to feel Logan inside me again.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    I was still shaken up by the dream when I got ready for school that morning. It had been so vivid, so real, and in the dream, I ’ d done absolutely nothing to deter Logan ’ s advances. Worse, my body was still responding as though it had been real. I was on fire, my skin shiny with sweat and my heart pounding in my chest. Inside, I felt as though all of me was pulsing with desire.
    For Logan, which was the problem.
    I solved that problem by pretending it didn ’ t exist and going straight to the shower. A cold shower. I was shivering with goose bumps all along my skin when I got out, but I didn ’ t feel like I was filled with molten lava about to spill over and around my body at any moment.
    So I guess that was something.
    I got ready quickly, focusing on picking out the right books, something cute, but demure to wear, and straightening my hair until it was flat, shiny, and in no way wild to speak of.
    The result was I looked boring . Inside, there was still a big part of me that hated that. That just wanted to be myself for a change and embrace the passion for life that was within me. But the last time I ’ d done that, I ’ d gotten my best friend killed.
    No, better to be boring and not hurt anyone, than to be true to myself and end up wounding the people in my life who mattered the most.
    It was an easy sacrifice to make, I told myself. And it served as a type of punishment, too. Anyone who knew the old me would have to see that being cooped up while I pushed the darker parts of my nature down would have to know that I wasn ’ t happy.
    I ’ m not happy .
    It was the first time in a long time that I admitted to myself that the decisions I ’ d made since high school weren ’ t making me happy with life. I ignored them most of the time, because who cared whether or not I was happy? I wasn ’ t doing all of this for me, after all. I was doing this for Beck.
    Not that Miranda could see that.
    Letting out a sound of frustration and a little hopelessness, I grabbed my packed bag and my sweater, then headed out. I tromped down the stairs quickly, not worrying about whether or not I was being too loud. If they were still asleep at this hour, then that was their own problem.
    I wasn ’ t going to worry about it. God knew, I had enough on my plate already.
    Kass was in the kitchen sipping at some milk as I blew past her. I gave her a quick wave and she called out to me, but I didn ’ t stop to hear what she said. I fled for the door as quickly as possible, determined to get the hell out of there without having to address anything that might have happened last night, what was supposed to happen today, and most importantly, what my traitorous mind might have been feeding me while I slept.
    The door slammed behind me and I headed towards campus at a brisk pace. I pulled my coat on and closed it tightly around my body. Glancing at my watch, I realized that I was a little early. Not to the point that I would get there before anyone else was — there were always a few early birds lingering — but it would be more than a few minutes before class started.
    Deciding that meant I had some time for coffee — my new and kindest addiction — I headed towards the coffee shop I usually frequented when I wanted some me time. The campus was giving off a soft buzz of early morning activity. Everyone I passed had