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The embrace lingers just a beat too long, and I can feel my pulse in my fingertips. I hope it's dark enough so that he can't see me blush, but he sees something in my face and smiles. To my relief, Mike doesn't comment. I can practically hear his thoughts, though. I still think you're amazingly sexy, his eyes say. If you want me, I'm yours.
I laugh nervously, trying to ease the tension. "Um are you okay to drive?" He waggles his hand in a "comme ci comme ça" gesture and shrugs. "Well, you should definitely wait a while to leave, then. Wanna watch a movie?"
"'Kay."
I dig in my bag for my keys, and a warm breeze gusts suddenly. Again I pick up his scent: a mixture of clean male, sandalwood, and a hint of earthy weed smoke. I want to drink him in. I bite my lip, trying in vain to ignore my rebellious body while I slide the key into the lock. The door jerks open and I let him in after me. I start up the carpeted stairs to my third-floor walk-up. Suddenly a little self-conscious, I glance over my shoulder to find him checking out my @ss. "Mike! You're looking up my skirt, I totally caught you!"
"Duh, your butt's in my face, your skirt is short, and I can see right up it. Hell yeah, I'm gonna look!" I try to keep a stern face, but I can't help but laugh.
"You think you get a free show just because you bought the last round? You're gonna have to pay for that." He only grins up at me, obviously unrepentant. But the beer-and-weed combo is making me feel reckless and daring. I stare down at him, considering. Fu** it, I think. Two can play at this, and I mean to win.
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