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checking. I know how you love to hear yourself talk.”
    Oh, he had me pegged. “Probably just as much as you like staring at yourself in the mirror.”
    He threw his head back and laughed. “Because I’m conceited? Is that what you mean?”
    â€œOf course. I didn’t think I was being subtle.”
    â€œNot at all.” He cocked his head to the side and studied me for a few seconds. “So you just say whatever bloody comes into your mind then, is that it?”
    â€œI don’t really see the point in holding back. Like I said, I have fascinating things to say.” I batted my eyelashes at him innocently.
    â€œWho’s conceited now?”
    I laughed and it hit me for the first time that I was smiling so much my cheeks actually ached. Not only that, but I wanted to keep Liam in the hallway with me so we could continue our playful conversation. Talking to him was fun, and it didn’t have a whole lot to do with his looks. I mean, sure, he was super-hot, but he was charming too. A deadly combination.
    I arched an eyebrow at him. “Conceited, no. Confident, yes.”
    Liam nodded slowly and looked me over. I was dressed more casually than usual, wearing only a pair of super-short jean shorts and an emerald green tank. It was fitted, though, and showed off my curves perfectly. Which Liam seemed to really appreciate.
    â€œWith good reason,” he finally said. “I suppose we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other this year. Since Ryan and I are flatmates and all.”
    A thrill shot through me at the expression on his face. Yes, we would be seeing a lot of each other. I had big plans for college, and most of them involved being wild and crazy and making sure I had no regrets when I was old and gray. I had a promise to live up to, after all. One I’d made to Julie when we were only fifteen years old and I thought we both had our whole lives ahead of us.
    What do you think of him, Julie? He’s hot and funny and British. Might be a really fun way to start off my college career.
    â€œI’d love for you to see more of me,” I said with a smile.

2
    â€œW hy aren’t you bigger?” I put my hands on my hips and glared at the closet like I could somehow force the thing to grow.
    It didn’t.
    I shoved a few strands of damp hair out of my face while I considered my options. It was entirely possible my cousin had been right, although I’d die before I admitted it. If I did, he’d never let me hear the end of it. Ryan had bitched the entire time he and Dad moved me in, but I swore to him I’d only packed the essentials. The College of Charleston and I definitely had different ideas about what was necessary. Unpacking was starting to feel like a game of Tetris.
    Someone stepped into the room behind me, but I didn’t pull my eyes away from the problem at hand long enough to glance their way. It was probably just my new roommate. Making all my stuff fit was priority number one. The roommate and I had all year to get to know each other.
    â€œThis is ridiculous!” It came out sounding like a grunt as I forced a few more hangers onto the bar. “I picked this dorm because it’s supposed to have bigger rooms than the others. I thought that would mean more storage!”
    Another chunk of hair fell across my eyes, and I swept it aside. It was getting hot in the room. Maybe now that my roommate had arrived, we could shut the frickin’ door! Ugh. Most of the time I loved living in Charleston—beaches, hello—but the humidity was a pain in my left ass cheek. It’s almost impossible to feel sexy with sweat dripping down your crack.
    With a hanger held in each hand, I glared at the closet again. Now, you are going to cooperate, you suitcase disguised as a closet! I forced the hangers between the row of clothes. I had to jimmy them in, but I managed to make it work. Somehow.
    â€œThat’s all I can do.” I