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become a reality. “Why? I’m just… what I mean is, I’m nothing special and you… you can have anyone….” My face burned, I knew I had to be blushing from head to toe, and I again tried to look away but before I could Avery’s free hand cupped my cheek, and I found myself looking into those brilliant blue eyes as he smiled indulgently.
    “First of all, you are so very, very wrong, Decker, because you are special.”
    “You don’t know me.”
    “I know more than you think.” He offered a teasing smile and I raised an eyebrow.
    “Really? What do you know?”
    “I know that you, Decker Alexander Lennox, turned twenty on July 25 th , you’re from Charlotte, you’re an only child, and you’re majoring in media communications.” I stared as he rattled off the information. “You’ve been friends with Scarlett for years. And she’s protective, of you, just in case you didn’t know. I won’t tell you exactly what she threatened to do to my balls if I dare upset or hurt you.” I laughed because I knew how creative Scarlett could be when she made threats, and I didn’t doubt she had put the fear in Avery. “I also know you love watching old black and white movies, you love reading, parties really aren’t your thing, and I’ve heard you aren’t exactly a fan of brainless jocks.” He grinned as he added that part, and I blushed again. He had to have gotten that information from my dear best friend, and I decided then that I would be killing Scarlett at the first opportunity and that killing would be justified. Maybe. If it turned out that Avery really was— against all possible odds —genuinely interested in dorky little me, Scarlett might be allowed a stay of execution. It was all too much to fathom. Not only did Avery really know who I was, he apparently found himself interested in getting to know me (well, getting to know me more, beyond his basic, borderline stalker information gathering), and that was more than I had ever dared hope for. Maybe more than I could handle. Just standing there with him was surreal, dreamlike; I wondered if it really was just a dream and if indeed it was, I decided to indulge in it a bit more before waking up and returning to my Avery-free reality. With that in mind, I didn’t franticly run from the room when Avery stepped closer. Close enough to trap me between the wall and his wonderfully hard and delightfully warm body—gods, but I wanted to melt wantonly into that delicious warmth. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced and in that electrified moment, I knew my life was about to be turned upside down and inside out, and I realized I didn’t care about any possible aftermath.
    Throwing caution (along with reason, logic, and perhaps common sense) out the window, I wrapped my arms around Avery’s neck the moment his mouth descended on mine, and I was instantly consumed. I heard myself whimper. I couldn’t help it. This was it . Not only was this my first kiss, somehow— and yes, I knew it was utterly insane —but somehow, somewhere deep in my heart and soul, I knew without a doubt that this kiss was indeed the beginning of a reality that would surpass my dreams and daydreams by leaps and bounds. Avery Beckett was kissing me, and I happily lost myself in that kiss as Avery’s tongue slipped past my lips to delve eagerly into my mouth with toe-curling-skill.
    Of their own accord, my hands tangled in Avery’s hair; the silky strand wrapped around my fingers, gentle, teasing. I loved the way his hair felt, and I whimpered again when he slipped a hand beneath my shirt to touch my back gently. I arched myself against him. No, I didn’t have a bit of experience, but it seemed that my body had taken over; instincts took control, leaving me to savor the luscious sensation of Avery’s tongue snaking around mine. He tasted like something warm, something delicious. I couldn’t name the taste; it was special, unique, and fantastically addictive—I wanted more and