So I showered, and got dressed in comfortable clothes for the trip, tossed the rest of my belongings into the suitcase, and headed downstairs in time to meet the others.
Ty wasn’t in the lobby. I hadn’t expected him to be, but I’d hoped.
And he wasn’t at the airport, either. Nor did he call. We got on the plane to Chicago without me having heard a word from him.
The others left me mostly alone. They could tell something was wrong. And Quinn wasn’t happy, either. She—sweet, loving Quinn, with an almost infinite capacity for seeing the best in people—refused to forgive James—Ivy League Dude—for lying to her about the bet. She must have fallen for him even harder than I’d realized, to be so hurt.
Mackenzie was happier. She and Austin had worked things out, and were making plans for the summer. There was talk about him moving to Chicago, or about Mackenzie transferring to Miami to be closer to him. I didn’t want to lose one of my best friends, but I was happy she was happy, since it was nice that one of us was.
And anyway, there was a chance it wouldn’t last. Austin was staying in Key West, and summer was still a long way off, so things could change.
Pardon my cynicism, but I was in a bad mood.
I had been looking forward to losing my virginity. I’d made sure I’d done it with a guy I liked. I’d done everything right. I wasn’t supposed to be miserable.
As the plane circled over Chicago and the lake—smaller and less blue than the Gulf of Mexico—I tried to tell myself that it was OK that I’d slept with a guy I’d never see again. People did it all the time. It was no big deal. But as we headed for the runway, and the plane jerked as the landing gear engaged and the wheels popped out of the fuselage, I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.
THINGS WENT back to usual the next week. Classes, assignments, hours in the library, more hours on the computer pounding the keys. Exams were coming up.
My life didn’t change much. As one week slipped into the next, and April became May, I stopped thinking about Ty every minute, and stopped waiting for the phone to ring. He didn’t have my number, so why would it?
And the fact that I no longer had ‘virgin’ tattooed across my forehead didn’t change anything, either. I guess maybe the problem hadn’t been the invisible tattoo, after all, because nobody paid me any more attention now than they had before I’d had sex.
I wrote an article about what happened in Key West for the school newspaper, and thought about switching my major from English to journalism.
With just a year to go until graduation, it didn’t make a whole lot of sense, I guess, but I’d chosen to major in English Lit as an excuse to spend most of my time with my nose in a book. After living a little—even if it had been scary living—I thought maybe it was time to look a little farther outside myself.
A couple of girls came up to me after the article ran and told me I had helped them be more careful, so that was nice. And as Ty had told me once, it felt good to feel like maybe I’d made a difference.
I was on my way across the quad from the library one afternoon in late May when I saw a guy coming toward me. Medium height, hair somewhere between dark blond and light brown, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
There wasn’t anything unusual about that. The University of Chicago was full of guys of medium height, with dark blond or light brown hair, dressed in jeans and T-shirts. I was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt myself, and so was practically everyone around me.
There was something about this guy, though...
My heart started picking up speed as I moved closer to him. Was it...?
He was looking around, hands in his pockets, and hadn’t seen me yet. A couple of girls walking in front of me passed him, and looked back over their shoulders with appreciative smiles.
When he got closer, I saw that the T-shirt—dark blue—said FBI in large letters. I had to get all the way up in front of him to read the small letters below: Female Body Inspector.
By then, the question of whether it was Ty had already been answered.
He stopped in front of me. “Hi.”
He looked a little nervous, like maybe he wasn’t entirely sure of his reception.
I smiled. “Nice shirt.”
He glanced down at it, and back up at me. “Thanks.”
“Wanna inspect my body?”
“Yeah,” Ty said, and reached for me.
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A Sex on the Beach novella
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Other Books by Jenna Bennett
Letter to Reader
Praise for Trilogy
Preview
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
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About the Author
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Copyright Notice
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