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The message was from Colin. Just the idea that he’d done something good excited me.

Awesome! I wrote back. Then: LOL, whad’ya do?

The little bubble popped up, indicating he was writing me back. Long seconds ticked by, and then:

I unfollowed Holly on social media. Got rid of everything, every account. Scrapped it all. I even deleted her number.

I was so excited for him I actually dropped my phone and clapped my hands together. In the process, I let the pencil drop from my mouth.

Good for you, honey! I wrote back. I’m so happy for you. You did the right thing!

Totally.

It was a big step for him, I knew. Huge! Still, I had to wonder if he did it for me. Technically, we were now boyfriend and girlfriend. And Colin seemed like the type of guy who wouldn’t move on before sewing up loose ends.

I felt a surge of pride deep in my chest. I was so proud of him, but also excited.

When you get home we’ll celebrate! I wrote back.

The little bubble was quick this time.

I am home.

What?

I jumped up, crossed the hallway, and pushed his door open. I probably should’ve knocked first, but I was too damn excited.

“I didn’t

even hear you get in!”

Colin, already in the process of pulling his shirt over his head, jumped back so quickly he nearly tripped over his bed. I’d caught him totally off guard. Apparently he didn’t realize I was home either.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, clutching his chest. “You… you…”

“Scared the hell out of you?” I laughed.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “That.”

I rushed over to him and threw myself in his arms. His bare chest was smooth and hard. It smelled wonderful; clean and musky, with just the hint of chlorine.

“Swim practice?” I asked.

“No practice during midterms,” he said, “so I just did laps. I haven’t even showered yet, I only rinsed off and—”

I kissed him, hard and fast, pushing him backward until he fell on the bed. He went willingly, kissing me back. His tongue slid sexily into my mouth, probing, twisting… eliciting sighs and swoons and bringing me to all new heights of need and desire.

Colin might not have been sexually experienced… yet. But kissing was something he really knew how to do.

I was wet almost immediately. My panties soaked through as his hands roamed my every curve. Eagerly I crawled upward, until I was covering his beautiful body with mine. His stomach was an apocalyptic wasteland of perfectly formed hills and valleys. He didn’t just have a six pack. He had a twelve.

Slowly I traced his torso with a single fingernail. “You have muscles on top of muscles here,” I breathed.

“Uh huh.” He kept kissing me. Cupping my ass, he pulled me tighter against him.

“How the hell do you…”

“Lots and lots of work,” he murmured. “A swimmer’s core is—”