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middle class girl. And what kind of idiot majors in art history? It’s completely impractical and people in business, like the Donovan’s, don’t like to waste resources on impractical pursuits. Rainy probably could have told the Donovan’s she was an art thief and they would have had more respect for her.              
    “It was wonderful to see you, Keira,” Mrs. Donovan says as she gives me a peck on the cheek. “I’m so glad you could make it for the boys’ graduation.”
    “I wouldn’t have missed it,” I reply and shoot a glance at A aron.
    He just stares at me as if he’s trying to gauge what I might say or do next. I don’t want to throw too may curve balls at him, though. It is supposed to be a celebration of his graduation. I decide to throw a few easy pitches instead.
    “Congratulations again, Aaron.” I step to the side of him that isn’t attached to Rainy and give him a kiss on the cheek that lingers just a few seconds longer than necessary. While I’m so close, I breathe him in. I like the clean scent of him. It’s a sharp contrast to Evan’s spicy cologne.
    When I take a step back and glance at Rainy, she looks like she might cry. I love that it’s so easy to get a reaction from her. She’s totally intimidated by me and I know she views me as a serious threat. Not that she shouldn’t. She would be stupid not to. I am a threat because I want her man and she definitely knows it.
    And deep down inside she must not completely trust Aaron. She must believe that he is capable of cheating on her with me and I’m going to use that bit of insecurity, no matter how small, to my advantage.
    I place my hand on Aaron’s shoulder and say, “Best of luck in graduate school.”
    Aaron gives me a sickly smile that says: why did you bring up that sore subject again .  Then I move in close to his ear and whisper just for his benefit, “Maybe I’ll join you in the fall.”
    I can see Aaron gulp and I know I’ve hit a nerve. It sends a wave of excitement through me to think about seeing Aaron on a regular basis although the thought of actually going back to school after I just graduated repulses me.
    Even though the words came out of my mouth just to get a rise out of Aaron, the idea of attending graduate school with him suddenly forms as an actual plan of action in my devious little mind.
    I don’t know much about graduate school but I assume there’s an admissions process just like there was for undergrad. I wonder what the process entails and how I can most easily bypass it.
    Evan steps to my side and shakes Mr. Donovan’s hand then he gives Mrs. Donovan an awkward A-frame hug. After all of the formalities are finally exhausted, he places his hand on the small of my back and I’m a little startled by the gesture. It seems too intimate and too protective a gesture. That’s something you do to your girlfriend not your fuck buddy.
    As nervous as the gesture makes me, I don’t step away. I a ctually kind of like it. As many guys as I’ve dated over the years, I’ve never had a full-on relationship. One: because I never found anyone worth going out with more than a few times and two: because none of them were Aaron Donovan. It’s tough for any guy to be compared to Aaron because chances are nearly 100 percent that he’ll never live up to Aaron in any way. That’s because Aaron is perfect in every way. And it’s not just his looks, which are amazing. It’s everything about him. The way he looks at you with his smoldering brown eyes and his sexy smile. And the way he makes you feel when you are around him, like you are the most important person in the world. Not only is Aaron one of God’s true gifts to women, he is the epitome of charm, class and charisma in a breath-taking package.
    I’ve only seen one guy, who has even come close to Aaron in both looks and charm and that guy currently has his hand on the small of my back. “I’ll walk you back to your car,” Evan whispers