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Kaylee laughs. "Back in high school?"

"Were they out of SparkNotes?" I tease.

"And CliffsNotes. That was bullshit." He shakes his head with mock offense. Turns to Kay. "I'll make an exception for your masterpiece."

"Uh-huh." She presses her laptop shut.

He mimes being stabbed in the gut. Stumbles backward. Falls onto the floor and stretches out like a star fish.

"He's demo-ing his favorite sex position," I say.

"Huh?" Kaylee raises a brow.

"You've never heard of starfish?" I ask.

She folds her arms. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's when the person on the bottom just lays there. No moaning, no panting, no thrusting, no touching. The pinnacle of a bad lay," I say.

"Yeah. There's a reason why Walker is so familiar." Dean jumps—actually jumps—to his feet. "It's his signature. Only he does it on top. Why do you think he never does repeats?"

"I've never seen you with the same woman twice," she says.

"Have you ever seen me with a woman?" he asks.

"Well, no… but I haven't seen Walker with one either. You never invite me out," she says.

"You're not twenty-one," I say.

"Uh-huh." She shakes her head, not buying it.

"Tell me, Kay." Dean leans in close enough to stage whisper. "Brendon ever starfish?"

Her cheeks flush. But she doesn't look embarrassed. More turned on. "No."

"He into you doing it?" Dean asks.

She shakes her head.

He looks to me. "She's barely fazed by this now."

"You have to up your game," I say.

"Seriously. How could Brendon do this to me? How could he corrupt you like that? Doesn't he know it's easier to torture you if you're a blushing virgin?" Dean asks.

"That must be painful for you," I say.

"Thank you for appreciating that." He's teasing, yeah, but there's sincerity in his voice. "You have all your shit for this afternoon or you need to stop at your place?"

"I have it." My eyes go to the clock. Ten minutes to go. "I invited Iris."

"Oh." Dean blinks twice. He runs a hand though his shaggy hair. "You're still hanging out with her?"

"We have an arrangement," I say.

"Like a girlfriend?" Concern fills his blue eyes.

It's weird. Unlike him.