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start the meeting, so Aiden stops talking.
    I listen to Peyton go through all the details for the Homecoming after-party. It’s interesting and I can’t wait, but I’m really struggling to keep my heavy eyelids open.
    Maybe I can close them for just a second.
     
    I'm lying in Aiden's bed looking up at his ceiling. He touches my pinkie and tells me about the sexual dream he promised to tell me. I'm turned on by his dream and he knows it, so he rolls over, pulls me hard up against his chest, and says, "Since it's a dream, we can act it out and, technically, it's not cheating."
    Then he kisses me. A mouth open, full-on tongue, hot, hard kiss. The kind of kiss I didn't know he was capable of. I feel like fire and energy are rolling through my body. When he bites my bottom lip and tugs on it gently, that fire pulses directly between my legs. He rolls on top of me, but is holding himself above me. Like he's doing a push up. I run my hand across his arm, across the muscles that are all pumped from holding up his weight.
    He slowly lowers his lips to my neck without letting any part of his upper body touch mine. I feel the fire on my neck, but all I can think about is what is touching. His hips have mine pinned to the bed. His legs are between mine.
    He runs his tongue slowly from my neck, down my chest, and straight down to . . .
     
    "Boots," he whispers with grin. "I think you dozed off."
    "Oh, I'm sorry," I say breathlessly, as I try to push the feel of Aiden's tongue and hips out of my mind.
    I listen as Brad goes over more details.
    Aiden leans toward me. “Will you save me a dance at the after-party?"
    “I don't know," I tease. "Can you dance?”
    He puts his head down. Like he can’t.
    And I feel bad. Embarrassed for him. “Oh my gosh. Is that why you only wanted to dance to slow songs? Is that all you know how to do?”
    He can’t be a god. I’m certain of it now.
    Happy Homecoming to him and whoever he asked to go with him.
    Although, I’m a bit surprised I haven’t heard about it. Or seen the stars glowing from the ceiling on someone’s Facebook page.
    “I’ll get my French homework done before tutoring. You can teach me to dance instead.”
    “I don’t really feel like dancing, Aiden. The knee and all."
    “I’ve gone above and beyond the call of duty in Social Committee. It’s not something I really had the time to do, but I did it for you. So you owe me.”
     
    I stop for a latte on the way to history and as I'm walking up the stairs, I decide that I'm very concerned that my subconscious believes that acting out a dream in real life is not cheating.
    But then I think about it. If you were pretending to be dreaming or were possibly in a heightened state of consciousness, would it be cheating? Like, technically?
    That sounds like a question for Brooklyn. If I were ever to speak to him again.
    Surely, if this were the case, someone would have figured out that loophole before me. So, probably not.
    Then I have an odd sense of déjà vu. I think I said those exact words to Aiden in the dream, and he said, No, you think outside the box. You color outside the lines. For you, it's not cheating.
    I wonder if Aphrodite was good in bed.
    I mean, we know she was clearly capable of seduction but, technically, once they were seduced, was she?
    I have the sudden need to find out.
     
    Passion, nakedness, and sex.
    History
     
    Riley and I are working on another stupid history project.
    Our project is: How did transportation affect the Industrial Revolution?
    Uh, hello. Who thinks up this stuff?
    The answer is pretty simple: The use of widespread transportation allowed the Industrial Revolution.
    Project done.
    But, no.
    We have to waste our time cutting out little pictures of trains, highways, cars, and boats to glue on a poster. I'm supposed to be looking on my phone for some statistics.
    But instead, I just googled: Was Aphrodite a good lover?
    Just as I hit the enter key, Riley grabs my phone looking for