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Joey's mind wandered back to Thanksgiving. She thought of the moment when Pacey<br />
grabbed her <strong>by</strong> the belt loop and pulled on her. It had felt strangely like being led <strong>by</strong> her<br />
hips. And then in the bathroom, he had touched her hands and reached up her sleeve .<br />
. . I miss here, he had said.<br />
The voice in her head was insistent and irritated this time. Your boyfriend is kissing<br />
you. You should be paying attention. She immediately jerked her head back, her mouth<br />
making a loud smacking sound as she disengaged from Dawson.<br />
"What?" He looked stunned. "Joey, what's wrong?"<br />
"I -- I -- nothing." She smiled as warmly as she could. "I'm sorry." She turned around so<br />
her back was to him, then sank back into his chest. She pulled his arms around her, and<br />
turned her attention back to the movie. "Did I miss the part where Harrison Ford drag<br />
races Paul LeMat and the girl from 'One Day at a Time?'"<br />
"No, still to come." He ran his fingers over her hands as they sat pretzeled on the<br />
couch. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"<br />
She wasn't listening. She was already back in the bathroom of Pete's apartment, with<br />
Pacey's hand up the sleeve of her sweater. He touched her arm with warm fingers, and<br />
she stopped breathing. His hand pulled out of her sleeve and moved up to her cheek,<br />
she tilted her head down to meet it, his finger was on her jaw . . . I miss here. She<br />
closed her eyes, and now she was back even farther.<br />
Trace. She ran her hand up her sleeve to the inside of her elbow, then ran her finger<br />
back and forth inside the bend of her arm.<br />
"Joey, did you hear me?"<br />
She snapped her head forward and almost felt the time rush forward until she wound up<br />
here, on this couch, with Dawson. This is wrong, and you know it's wrong, and it's not<br />
fair to him. She hated that voice, because it was always right.<br />
"No," she said plainly. "I didn't hear you." She shifted and turned so she was facing<br />
him. Staring into his eyes, freed suddenly from the task of trying to be in love with him,<br />
she felt an overwhelming rush of affection. They were six again, seeing E.T. for the first<br />
time. They were ten, sharing a pint of Ben and Jerry's on the end of the dock. They<br />
were twelve, in her room the day her mother died, his arm around her shoulders, her<br />
face buried in his shirt. How was she going to do this? Finally, she spoke. "I want to<br />
thank you so much for bringing me to California with you."<br />
For just a minute, it didn't register. Some part of his brain actually started to form words<br />
like I'm glad you came with me, to be delivered as an even response to this spontaneous<br />
burst of gratitude from Joey. But then he saw the way she was rubbing her hand against<br />
the leg of her jeans. Something was very, very wrong. "Where is this going, Jo?" His<br />
eyes were dark.