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back to me so I can throw it away.”
    I reach for the poster, but Travis picks it up and pulls it away. “Not so fast, sis. It’s a perfectly good poster. If you don’t want it, I’ll take it.”
    I shoot Travis a glare of death. He might be a famous athlete, but his real talent is definitely getting under my skin. Yeah, I’m sure he’d love to have my poster. A reminder that I hung it up on my wall before I met him.
    I snatch the poster out of Travis’ hands. “Fine, I won’t throw it away. I’ll just throw it back under my bed.”
    A victorious glint shines in Travis’ eyes. “Good idea. Just remember: if you ever want to see more, I’m just a room away.”
    So now, thirty minutes later, I’m holed up in my room, too embarrassed to even go into the kitchen and make myself something to eat for fear of running into Travis. I can feel his blue eyes watching me from under my bed, but it’ll be even worse if I step out there. He’ll probably be shirtless, with his jeans slung low, looking at me like he is in the poster…
    I never thought I’d say this, but Nina can’t get home soon enough.
     
    ***
     
    Tori looks down at the poster, clearly more amused than I am.
    “So he actually pulled his pants down like this?”
    Even though Travis is outside and my parents are out of town, I’m still paranoid that someone could overhear us. Travis has a way of appearing out of thin air at the worst possible time.
    “He pulled them even lower ,” I whisper, “And then……”
    I walk over to the window, just to make sure that Travis is still outside. Yep, he’s still out there on the half pipe, giving “bike lessons” to some bottle-blonde supermodel who thought that a low-cut red dress was acceptable clothing for learning how to ride a dirt bike. It’s pretty clear that she’s just trying to get in Travis’ pants. I mean, he’s trying to show her how to use the brake, and she’s not even looking down at the bike.
    Tori looks at me expectantly. “And then …”
    I turn away from the window. “And then he said, ‘If you ever want to see more, I’m just a room away.’”
    Tori bursts out laughing.
    “But he was probably just teasing me. I mean, he’s been saying stuff like that ever since we moved into this place. He thinks it’s funny to make me blush.”
    “And you’re sure that’s all it is. A big joke.”
    I shrug, and gesture over to the window. “I mean, look at that. If he can get any girl he wants to go to bed with him, why would he want his stepsister?”
    Tori looks out the window. “I don’t know. But he doesn’t seem very interested in getting in bed with her .”
    I follow Tori’s gaze, and see Travis trying to convince the supermodel that she’s going to need a helmet when she’s on the bike. She looks like she’d rather die than put it on.
    “Look at what she’s wearing, though. She’s not here to learn how to ride a motorbike. She’s going to get tired of this stupid fake lesson, and then Travis is going to bring her back up here and I’m going to have to listen to him make her scream his name all night long.”
    Tori gives me a look. “You sound like you’re jealous.”
    “Tori! Ew! He’s my stepbrother!”
    “Yeah, and before that, you had a poster of him right above your bed. What would you do if you ran into him last year and said what he said to you yesterday? Would you still think he was just teasing you?”
    I can’t even imagine. Last year feels like a lifetime ago. Back then, we’d stay up late at my old house in Pasadena, talking about what we were going to do when we graduated, what we wanted our lives to be like. It’d usually start out serious and end up with me as president and Tori as a high-powered CEO…both of us married to our favorite celebrities, of course. Even back then, we knew it was kind of ridiculous, fantasizing about the lifestyles of the rich and famous…but hey, it’s powerful stuff. Who doesn’t want a glamorous life? That’s