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I wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel my pulse from that touch because I swear I can feel it all over But he doesn’t do anything else Just that sih

He turns onto a residential street that skirts the edge of cauess which house is his by the cars lined up on the sides of the street The driveway is open, though, and he pulls right in His house is wooden and sreen that seems an odd fit for Silas It appears haphazardly built, like it’s been added on to poorly over the years

When he gets out of the truck, and I slide over to follow, I’m mortified to feel that not just my underwear, but my shorts are damp If this is how my body reacts to a few touches, ill happen if he really touchesto a party doesn’t s over the side of the seat, and Silas is there, his hands at ers as he puts me on my feet His thumb brushes back and forth over a tiny strip of skin betweenthe bone of my hip

"You’re sure it’s okay if we crash your party?"

He stops the brush of his thuives a whooping sort of laugh as he comes around the nose of the truck, like he’s just acco to so when Silas loops an ar me toward the house

And I proceed to freak out

I have no idea what I’ into I mean, Silas is on the football tea there are more players in the house, and what exactly do football player parties look like? Aren’t they like the gods of ca? And what does it mean that one such football player has his ar that guys like hiular thing? And ould a thing thing entail exactly? And dear God I’et to the front door

Breathe, Dylan He’s just a guy You’re just a girl Sure, he saw you for the first ti police restraints, but that’swhatever Totally cool

Totally not cool, and Iabout this

I hear Matt clo up the porch steps behind ent, resourceful, capable young woman I can compartmentalize I can put all the craziness aside and this weird intense attraction, and just have a nor soue I believe I can do that

Silas pushes the door open, and a cry goes up like he’s the freaking prodigal son returning to grace theuy stu around a house full of people half nad like it’s a noruy has ing a little loose

"Moore! Where have you been? And what the hell happened to your face?"

The guy reaches out a wobbly hand to touch Silas’s face, but in his drunken state, he can’t see When he does come close, Silas bats his hand away and says, "Jesus, Torres It’s not evento find you bare-assed nad on the living rooonna have problems"

"What if I’es his friend toward a kitchen that opens up to our left "Go drink some water and sober up a little before you e ain, and says, "Who’s eirl there doesn’t seem to mind my public display of perfection"

I flush, and resist the urge to duck my head when Silas looks at me