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left, we all felt like spending some alone time with our significant other. Even though it was still early, Cara and Dylan said goodnight. I still couldn’t get over the fact that I had missed the two of them making eyes at each other. The longer I thought of the two of them together, the more I liked the idea. They would be a great couple.
    I looked over at Braden. “Can you believe those two? Did you know they were into each other?”
    “I had my suspicions, but I wasn’t sure. Dylan wouldn’t confirm anything. I also had a feeling that you wanted to get me alone. Am I right?”
    “What gave you that idea?” I was totally humiliated. I had been trying to be so sly about wanting him.
    “Well, I wanted to be with you alone. I was hoping you felt the same.”
    “Definitely. I thought maybe Cara told you about our plan.”
    “You had a plan? What was this plan supposed to accomplish?”
    “You know, it was just supposed to get us some private time. Cara said she’d take care of it. I just realized that we were always with other people. Is that okay?” Once again, saying it out loud made me think about how silly this all sounded. Now that I’d admitted it, would Braden still want to be with me?
    “That is definitely okay!”
    Braden and I made our excuses to his friends and were the next to leave. We practically ran to the taxi in our haste to get back to the apartment.

CHAPTER 7  
    That night was the most magical evening. I know how cheesy that sounds, how mundane. It doesn’t change the fact that Braden and I had an incredible time.
    We started kissing in the cab and never seemed to stop. As soon as we managed to make it into my place, our embraces intensified. It was like every romance novel I had ever read, every soap opera love scene. Perfect and surreal.
    Contrary to everything you see on TV, the first time you make love to someone isn’t a flawless, effortless ballet. It’s usually bumpy and awkward, with a few odd noises thrown in.
    Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure those things happened with us, too. We were just too focused on pleasing each other to care.
    Sophie’s sweater ended up in a ball at the foot of my bed. I’d worry about getting it back to her in immaculate condition later. It was followed by Braden’s t-shirt, and slowly the rest of our clothes littered the floor.
    For once in my life, I wasn’t worried about not being skinny enough or tall enough. The way Braden touched me showed me I had nothing to worry about. I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed.
    I promise not to bore you with all the intimate details, like who did what, for how long, and all that stuff. Just believe me when I say that it was wonderful!
    Later that night, tracing Braden’s tattoo with my finger, I did what no sane individual would do. I told Braden how wonderful I thought he was how wonderful I thought we were together.
    “You think we’re wonderful?” He leaned over and kissed me forehead.
    “Um,” Suddenly wondering how I could get myself out of this mess, I tried to back track. I was in a sex-induced coma. I was bound to say something stupid. “Did I say wonderful?”
    “Yeah, I think you did.”
    “Okay, wonderful. But purely in a chick flick, love scene kind of t»
    way!”
    “I guess I can deal with that. And by the way, I think you’re pretty wonderful too!”
    “So, you’re not mad that I manipulated this situation?”
    “I am very, very happy that you set up this little rendezvous. But just for my peace of mind, do you have anything else planned for me? Anything I should know about?”
    “Not yet!” And with that, I pulled him to me and made sure that he stayed very, very happy.
    At ten o’clock the next morning, we were woken up by the telephone.
    “Who could be calling?” Braden pulled his pillow over his head and tried to ignore it.
    “Whoever it is, they should go away.” I fumbled with all the stuff I had crammed on my night stand, trying to reach the phone without opening my