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tongue.
    Oh, my God, his tongue.
    It’s been over two years since someone else’s tongue has been inside my mouth, so I would assume I’d be a little more hesitant than I am. But the second he slides it against my lips, I immediately part them and welcome the warmth of a much deeper kiss. Soft. Mesmerizing. His mouth, coupled with the way his hand is sliding down my arm, is all too much. So much. Good much. So good. I just whimpered.
    As soon as the sound leaves my mouth, he’s pressing me harder against the wall. His left hand is caressing my cheek and his right hand is gripping me by the waist, pulling me against him.
    I’m finished packing. He doesn’t have to leave right this minute.
    Does he?
    He really doesn’t. Sex releases endorphins and endorphins keep people awake, so having sex with Ben might actually benefit me before my flight. I haven’t had sex in all my eighteen years put together, so imagine how many endorphins I have built up in here. We could have sex before my flight and I wouldn’t need sleep for days. Imagine how productive I would be when I get to New York.
    Oh, my God, I’m pulling him back to my room. If he comes back to my room with me, I won’t be able to tell him no. Am I really willing to have sex with someone I’ll never see again?
    I’m crazy. I can’t have sex with him. I don’t even own a condom.
    Now I’m pushing him back down the hall, away from my bedroom.
    Jesus, he must think I’m crazy.
    He shoves me against the wall again and acts like the last ten seconds of indecisiveness never even happened.
    I’m dizzy. I’m so dizzy, it feels so good, my mother is
crazy
. Stupid, insane, absurd, and she’s
wrong
. Why would a girl care to find herself when she’ll never be able to make herself feel as good as a guy can? Okay, now I’m just being stupid. But Ben is making me feel really good things right now.
    He groans and then I freaking lose it. My hands are in his hair and his mouth is all over my neck.
    Grab my boob, Ben.
    He totally reads my mind and grabs my boob.
    Grab the other one.
    God, he’s so telepathic.
    His lips move from my neck back to my mouth, but his hands are still on my breasts. I’m pretty sure mine are cupping his ass, pulling him even harder against me, but I’m too embarrassed at my behavior right now to acknowledge that.
    “I would say get a room, but I thought that’s what the two of you have been doing in there for the past two hours.”
    Amber.
    What a bitch. I’m beating her up as soon as Ben leaves.
    I can’t believe I just had those thoughts. She’s my best friend.
    Endorphins are bad. They’re evil and bad and make me think ridiculous thoughts.
    Ben pulls his mouth from mine at the sound of her voice. His forehead presses against the side of my head and his hands leave their naturally assumed positions to meet the wall behind me.
    I exhale a really, really,
really
pent-up breath.
    “For real though,” Amber says. “Glenn and I can see everything going on in this hallway. I thought I’d intervene before you got pregnant.”
    I nod, but I’m unable to speak yet. I think my voice got lost somewhere down Ben’s throat.
    He pulls away and looks down at me, and if Amber wasn’t still standing there, I’d be kissing that mouth again.
    “Fallon was just walking me out.” His voice is raspy, and it makes me smile, knowing he’s just as physically affected by me as I am by him.
    “Uh-huh,” Amber replies. As soon as she disappears from my peripheral vision, Ben grins and his mouth is back on mine. I smile against his lips and grab at his shirt, pulling him closer.
    “
God
, you guys,” Amber groans. “Seriously. It’s five feet back to your bedroom and ten feet to the front door. Make a choice.”
    He pulls away again, but this time he pulls all the way away. Like three feet away, until his back meets the wall behind him. His chest is heaving as he runs his hands down his face. He glances back at my bedroom door, and then cuts