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morning.”
                  “So you think this was a one-night stand or a groupie thing?
                  “I don’t know; maybe.”
                  “Is that what you want?” Evan thought about it. He didn’t know what he wanted with Sara, but knew it would be impossible to forget her. “That’s what I thought,” Kat said as she opened the bathroom door. “Come on; let’s go get breakfast and we’ll discuss where to go from there.”

Chapter 8-Sara
     
                  Sara entered the front door of her apartment building. Thank God, no one’s up yet, she thought as she removed her black heels and trudged up the stairs quietly. With her hair a curly mess, the dress wrinkled, and make-up smeared, it would be easy to tell why she was out all night. She dropped her shoes at the base of her closet. Ding ! The muffled cry of her cell phone warned her of the incoming text message.
                  J: Hey girl; how’d it go last night?
                  Sara stared at the message on her phone. How could she put into words how she felt? It was great. He was wonderful. It was damn near the best night of my life. And then I walked out on him because I didn’t want to be just some groupie begging for him to settle down with.
                  S: We had a really nice time.
                  J: Did you sleep with him?
                  It was a highly personal question, one that Sara would never normally answer. But Julie was different. Julie had been her best friend for almost ten years. She had been by her side through all the good times and bad, and especially when either of them had a bad breakup.
                  S: What exactly do you mean when you say sleep?
                  J : I mean; did you fuck him?
                  S: No, I didn’t fuck him.
                  J : So then what happened?
                  S: He picked me up, went to dinner, and went back to his hotel.
                  Sara waited for Julie’s reply, but after two minutes, she was still staring at her own message. She placed the phone on the bed and began to peel the black and white striped dress from her body. A scent filled her as she pulled the dress over her head. She held it up to her face and breathed it in again. She could smell the sharp smell of cologne and the musky manly odor that could only be described as Evan.
                  She remembered waking up with him that morning. He was thinner than most of the guys she dated. She usually found herself with the muscle-bound jock types, but something about Evan told her she didn’t need that. Waking up in his arms, feeling the stubble of his jaw pressing against her forehead, and the memories of the best night of her life made her feel secure. It felt like all she needed was him to be happy, and that scared her. Julie’s words clung to her subconscious, telling her he would only think of her as a groupie. Instead of waiting around to be brushed off and told “I’ll call you,” Sara decided to let the memory of what they shared remain intact. Ding!
                  J : What the hell do you mean; you went to his hotel?
                  Before Sara could respond, the screen changed, and displayed an incoming call from Julie. “You went to his hotel,” she asked. “You went to his hotel and nothing happened?”
                  “I didn’t say nothing happened. I just said we didn’t have sex.”
                  “So what exactly did happen?”
                  Sara didn’t want to go into specifics. As much as Julie had her best interest at heart, Sara knew anything Julie said would taint her memory. “I just, I don’t really want to get into it right now.”
                  The depressing tone in Sara’s voice worried her friend. “Did