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PROLOGUE
April
The boring old Nik would never have done this. She would have waited for Bill to call or come by. She would have been afraid she'd shock him with her forwardness if she stopped by his dorm room with a sundae, on a night when they'd both planned to study.
But that was the boring old Nik - the Nik who spent her evenings and nights studying. The new Nik wasn't flashy and her face and figure weren't breath-taking, but she was having fun for once in her life.
Thanks to Bill. She might be a senior and him a freshman, but he was a master at seizing the moment. He was a master at pleasing a woman in bed, too - and boring old Nik wasn't nearly as boring now that she was the woman in his bed.
She hadn't discarded all vestiges of her old caution, though. Walking into his dorm and up the stairs to his hall made nerves skitter in her stomach and her hand feel slimy on the cardboard ice cream dish. The promise of his special-for-her smile was enough to steady her and propel her the last few feet to his door. She calmed her breathing, then knocked.
No answer, but she heard sounds through the door. It was probably the radio, and it might be loud enough that he hadn't heard the knock. She knocked again, louder this time.
And she waited. Finally, the door cracked open a couple of inches, and Bill demanded, "Geez guys, can't you take a hint?" He wore only jeans, unbuttoned at the top, and his face went slack when he saw her. "Nik."
She shoved the door open another two or three feet, and the smell hit her. The smell of sex. The room was lost in shadows, but she knew there was a woman in Bill's bed.
She had the crazy idea that she ought to apologize for disturbing him - or say something completely civil and thoroughly cutting like her brother's fiancée Julie would. But really, all she wanted was to disappear, to magically transport back to her dorm room where she wouldn't have to pretend she wasn't devastated.
She couldn't disappear, though, and she absolutely would not react like the old Nik. "I brought you a treat, but I see you've got one of your own," she said, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and pulling it open. She heard the metal zipper slide open. "Feel free to share this with her."
Quickly, she dumped the sundae in his pants.
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