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"No, but you also would never be nice to "

"That is correct" He bent his head towardthe darker blond underneath "Go ahead, touch e"

Any second he would decide he’d proven his point and sit up I could be patient But while I waited, ht and fine I couldn’t help wondering what it felt like

He repeated, "Touch it," which I now realized was going to attract soirls in the van if they couldn’t see ere really doing He groped inskirt rode up so high when I sat down that my boy shorts underneath alhs, then the other He found ers sank into his hair I needed to pull them out But as I did, they stroked his hair It felt different from my oiry hair or the coarse strands of Aidan’s Sawyer’s was like ater againstand the van’s air conditioner blasting, I heard a tone wasn’t ?" Sawyer said in a British accent like a debonair spy He pulled his phone out of his pocket, touched the screen, only glanced at it, and put the phone back

"You don’t answer your phone?" I asked

"I don’t answer her"

I felt a pang that he was having a quarrel with another girl

Then he eased the tension,it so that his hair fell into his eyes "You can touch it soered a white-blond lock curving around his ear "You have such a baby face Do you even shave?"

He gave uys on the football teaertip down the hard line of his jaw He did have stubble, just golden and nearly invisible in the sunlight glinting across his face

"Right," he said, "I don’t need to shave Letthe back ofmy shoulder so I couldn’t duck away He rubbed his chin acrossburn" Noro

He stopped, eye to eye with me Our faces had never been so close This tily as I did His lips parted His breath stroked across my cheek

We couldn’t stay like this The cheerleaders carried on around us like ere doing was norirls took notice

He was thinking the saaze, he whispered, "If you were so mad at Aidan, why’d you run back to him?"