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not to roll my eyes as she pulls out a pair of faded skinny jeans. My phone buzzes.
    Yeah, you have to bring C. Roman wants to talk to her, I guess. Invest in earplugs ;)
    I laugh out loud and Cheyanne looks at me questioningly. “Uhh, a friend from back home just texted me.”
    She seems to accept that and goes on to pick out a tank top. August in Myrtle Beach is hardly jeans weather.
    At least I’ll have someone to hang out with tonight…
    I reply to Audric and then set my phone down on my bed as I go to my own dresser to figure out what to wear. I’m almost positive a mini-skirt is in order. It’s perfect for the beach, and if anyone decids to go swimming, at least I’ll have less clothes to remove.
    I choose my shortest jean skirt and pair it with a faded pale black button-up tank top. I grab my favorite black bra and matching panties and then heft my shower bag over my shoulder, lifting two towels onto my arm.
    “I’m hitting the shower,” I tell Cheyanne, who is still trying to decide on a top.
    “Sure. I’ll be here when you get back,” she says without looking up.
    I do roll my eyes this time, more certain than ever that her getting pregnant was indeed a mistake. Roman would not want to be stuck with her for the rest of his life. He must be the type to enjoy a one-night stand. And with that thought, a plan forms in my head, one that will get Roman over Cheyanne. And maybe, just maybe, get him under me.
    The showers are clean, though I doubt they’ll stay that way. I set my clothes and shower bag on a shelf and then strip down to just my underwear. I grab two towels and my bag and go into one of the stalls, closing the door and latching it before I strip completely naked.
    I make sure to keep my shower short, as the student handbook requests, washing my long hair as quickly as possible. I wrap the smaller towel around my hair, doing that hair flip thing girls seem to know how to do from the moment they’re born. The larger towel I use to dry off completely. I carry my underwear and shower bag back to the shelf I left my clothes on. The door opens and in walks Roman, looking hot as hell and twice as devilish.
    Co-ed bathrooms are getting easier to get used to. Roman nods at me with a smile but says nothing, going straight to a stall to shower. The stalls are only about five-and-a-half feet tall, which means I can see him and he can see me, but he doesn’t look my way. He pulls his shirt over his head and then disappears from view as he removes his jeans. The shower spray turns on and I turn away from him as he throws his jeans and shirt over the stall door.
    I look into the mirror above the shelf and pull the towel from my head. I shake my hair loose and notice in the mirror that Roman is looking at me. His eyes trail down my body and when he looks back at me in the mirror, he winks. My heartbeat speeds up and I smile back, thinking that maybe this is my opportunity to get Roman.
    Feeling extra sure of myself, especially my body, I undo the towel that covers me and use it to towel off the parts of me that are still wet. I don’t make eye contact with Roman again while I dry off, but I get the sense that he’s watching me. Without looking up into the mirror, I grab my panties and pull them on slowly, letting him see every movement. I pull up my skirt next, the material tight against my still-damp body. I do up the button and tug on the zipper, adjusting the material around my hips so it fits just right.
    I can’t stand the suspense anymore and I look into the mirror to see if he’s watching me. My eyes clash with his and he blushes. So cute! I wink at him this time as I put on my bra, taking my time so he gets a good view.
    By the time I’m covered up, Roman has turned his attention back to the shower, so I turn around and face him when I pull on my tank top. The fabric is thin enough to show, very clearly, that I’m wearing a black bra and I find it invigorating. When Roman glances at me, he smiles,