Page 112 of Hooking Up

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"Scene? Really?"

"People say scene."

"Name one other person."

He pulls me closer. "You like mocking me."

"Yeah. You like mocking me."

He nods. "You're cute when you're flustered. Or needy."

I swallow hard. Sex is appealing. Very appealing. It makes sense. And with Walker, it feels…

It feels likeeverything.

But I want to have this conversation too. I want to know more about him. "Okay, you were part of the samescene."

He shakes his headkids these days."We bounced around all the parties… everywhere." He moves closer. "How old are you?"

"No game." I shake my head.

"All right, when did you graduate high school?"

"A long time ago. And that's the same question. You thought you could trick me?"

He laughs. "You're in grad school, so you're at least twenty-two."

Twenty-five. But close enough.

He smiles. "Older."

"Oh my God!"

"Let's say you're twenty-two."

"No. Twenty-two was a horrible year. Let's say… let's just not say."

He laughs. "You gonna be one of those women getting Botox the day she turns thirty?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

He laughs. "You're so fucking cute flustered." He leans in to brush his lips against my neck.

Mmm. It's sweet. Soft. Caring.

My heart melts.

My stomach flutters.

I clear my throat. "You have a point."

"You're distracting me."

"You should take responsibility."

"You too." He slides his hand over my ass, pressing my dress into my skin. "What do you call this?"

"A cute outfit."

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