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demagnetized badge to add to my Brownie vest.
    “I’m on duty,” a voice came from behind.
    Great, Pretty Boy’s going to laugh, or worse kiss me until I lose my mind. Yes please.
    “The way I see it, you have two options. One, we go downstairs and get you a new card, or you can sleepover next door.” He wiggled both eyebrows. “We can continue that kiss the rude pedestrians interrupted.”
    Can you say blunt? He remembered the stupid kiss. Who wouldn’t? If those are his kisses, I can only imagine what he’ll do during the sleepover. Dangerous territory, did I remember how to do it? Wait, is he timing me? Cocky boy, now he’s whistling the jeopardy song. Everything but that, he’s attacking me with my own weapons.
    “You’re looking for more than a sleepover, right?” I scratched my nose and crinkled it. He looked up to the ceiling searching for spiders, checking the structure or praying for strength. Maybe he would give up and decided to turn around, regretting he asked me to sleep with him. Longing, and the need to share something with him, pushed me to make a decision so unlike me. “I can’t fight it, what are the odds. This is what, five chance encounters, well technically four since I only saw you earlier today. I should’ve skipped the party and stayed in my room; decision making is a bitch. How much did you pay Serendipity—because, man, you are consistent.”
    His grin, followed by a few movements to open the door of his room, made my legs wobble. Yet, I followed him while my mouth mumbled more nonsense. “You got protection, Pretty Boy, because God and you only know where you have stuck that thing before me.” That was a smooth way to remind him about condoms, right? “No names, this is a once in a lifetime event. I don’t do complicated.”
    “Have you done this before?” He closed the door behind me.
    Yeah, but with a normal guy, not a godlike boy who has the power of…make me forget my…where am I?
    “Because I don’t want to—”
    “Take my V card?” I laughed, hiding the nerve-wracking moment. Would it be stupid to confess that I did it after our first encounter, because if a situation like this ever presented, I didn’t want to be unprepared? No, don’t be stupid, Emma. “Believe me you won’t. I’m twenty one.” I gave him a proud look while he frowned.
    “Not twenty five?”
    I shook my head. Since I turned twelve my body and face had always said older. Everyone believed I was a freshman in high school back then.
    “Twenty one….” His Adam’s apple moved slowly.
    I nodded. “And you?”
    “Twenty six.”
    “That’s nothing, and I’ve done it a few times, before today.” I pushed my nose making sure it didn’t grow. “Though, my experience is limited to normal stuff. I’m not into weird things, like my sister. She…well, started too early in life—fourteen,” I whispered. “Oh boy, when Dad caught her having sex with two guys… Luci wanted to hire him as his right hand guy.” His frown deepened. “Lucifer,” I clarified, “as in the fallen angel—the one who runs hell.” I threw my hands in the air as if trying to tell him to forget it, because he didn’t seem to understand me. “Anyway, last time I heard, she enjoys pain and all that fancy stuff. Or that might be a rumor—we don’t talk to each other. But I’m game for the normal.” I think?
    “You’re uncomfortable,” he said. I felt my eyes open wider and my gut tried to talk me in to jump from the window. Did he notice? “I’ll get you a new key card and we’ll forget about this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m also into normal stuff, no pain or other guys involved—I don’t like to share. And I like you—a lot. But you’re nervous.”
    “Wouldn’t you be?” Wasn’t it obvious—lack of godliness experience aside? “The kiss, come on, Pretty Boy. You swept me off my feet, got my panties excited and wow. You’ve got experience. I don’t. I’ve only gone through basic