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"Have I ever told you that I find environmental activism totally hot?" Pacey said, directly
into her ear.
She laughed and put her hands over his. "No, but it's no more difficult for me to believe
than a lot of the other things you think are totally hot."
He slid one hand under the bottom of her shirt and ran it across her stomach. "Such
as?"
"Well," she said, "such as my ratty Red Sox shirt."
"Mmmmm, baseball," he groaned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close
against him.
"Or the sight of me covered with paint."
"Paint's good." He opened his mouth a little and scraped his teeth across the back of
her neck.
"And," she said through quick breaths, "there's how you are about the water."
He grabbed her hands and straightened her arms until they were at her sides. "Well," he
said into her hair as he ran his fingers up her forearms until they found the insides of her
elbows, "at least I can wear short sleeves without risking a sudden sexual awakening
when an innocent passerby takes my arm to ask me for the time." He pressed his
fingers into her flesh, and she cried out softly. "See what I mean? You're gonna get in
big trouble with that someday."
Barely breathing, she let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh. "That's your fault.
Remember what you said?"
He continued to skim his fingers over her arms. "No." It was a lie. "Tell me what I said."
She spoke in a near-whisper to him as she tipped her head back against his shoulder.
"You said it stood for everything else. You said, 'when I touch you here . . . '" Now she
reached back and found his arms with her fingers, "'It will only be because I can't touch
you everywhere.'"
Roughly, suddenly, he spun her around and kissed her, hard, digging his hands into her
hair, plunging his tongue into her mouth again and again until she let out a whimpering
moan. She clung to him, pushing her hips against him, struggling for breath. He slowed
his movements and gradually pulled back a few inches from her, just enough to talk.
"We can't actually do this here."
She nodded. "I hope we can do this within about five minutes of here."
He grinned. "I can drive really, really fast." He walked out from behind the building
ahead of her. Dawson, Jen, Chris, Jack, and Pete were still standing around, apparently