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Thenhis towel dropped. Sofia froze. One look down and she saw what she'd only feltthrough his clothes for weeks.

With her heart at her throat already, she could barely breathe. Eric worked quickly to wrap the towel around him when Romero flung the door open. They all stood there speechless. Romero stared at the two of them, for once without a thing to say. Sofia grabbed a DVD off the wall and ran past Romero. "Thanks, Eric. I'll get this back as soon as I'm done with it."

***

"Seriously? You're actually considering this?" Romero stared at him then shook his head, walking past him toward the fridge. "Stop, just stop, dude, I don't even wanna hear any more."

***

She could feel him now through his pants, but he kept stopping to check if anyone was watching. Finally, he gave in and took her mouth in his, devouring her tongue completely. Her insides went wild.

The back door opened. "What the fuck!"

Sofia spun around, shielding Eric from a very enraged Alex.

***

There was a knock at his back door. Eric peeked out his kitchen window. Incredibly, it was Sofia. She was in her running gear.

"They can't stop us, Eric."

***

Romero turned to Eric. "You going to prom?"

Sofia tensed up. Eric shrugged. "Depends."

Romero glanced up from where he was ready to take a shot at the pool table. "On what?"

Eric took a deep breath, glancing at Sofia. "If these guys will let me take Sof."

Sofia almost choked on her gum. Both Alex and Angel stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

***

"Just once," she whispered, "don't you wanna feel it, just one time?"

Was she crazy? He wanted to feel it over and over with her, but this was insanity. "I don't have any protection."

"We'll stop before anything happens."

Eric laughed nervously. "That's something I'm supposed to be saying, not you."

***

Nothing. Absolutely nothing could prepare Eric for the horror those four little words could spawn. I missed my period.

***

Eric got the text just as he walked into the flower shop.

Guess who's allowed to have a boyfriend as long as she keeps up her grades? =)

I'll have to start looking for one.

He called her back, instead of responding to the text, and walked out of the flower shop to talk. She answered on the first ring.

"You're not funny, Sof," he said, smiling.

***

Eric's  phone rang again. It was Angel.

"Shit."

"Hey, what's up?"

"You better hope my sister stops crying before Alex gets home. What the fuck did you do, Eric?"

***

"You're a liar! You were at her house this week, and you were going there again tonight! But you told me you had to cram!"

Her parents rushed in from the kitchen.

"Sofia, what's the matter? You're crying?" Her mom looked up the staircase.

As if his heart could take anymore, Alex walked in.

"What's with all the yelling?" He took one look at Sofia's face, and his expression immediately went hard. He turned to Eric. "What did you do?"

***

College:

"Personally, I don't know anyone else, even high school sweethearts, who have stayed together. It seems like too much."

Sofia peered at her friend. "What do you mean?"

"Well." Naomi sat up. "I'm not saying you will; I'm just saying most couples that start that young eventually start getting bored with the same relationship and start wondering what they missed out on: you know—dating—meeting new people in the real world outside high school."

***

"Are you sure you didn't ask your dad for this internship, so you could get away this summer—from me?"

Eric pulled himself up and leaned on his elbow. "Why would you even ask me that?"

She lay there, looking at the ceiling. "You're not bored with me, are you?"

Eric turned her chin gently to look at him. "Don't ever ask me that again. I can't believe you would even think it."

***

"My dad's always going on about what a small world this is. Just today, I ran into Asia, remember her?"

How could Sofia not remember the neighborhood slut?

"The one that lived up the street?" Sofia's cheeks were suddenly warm. If she weren't mistaken, she'd heard a few things about Eric and Asia way back in the beginning of high school. "Does she still dress like a whore?"

***

The last time she'd seen him was just before he left for the Marines years ago. He looked different—more mature. He smiled at her. "Brandon?" She stood up. "When did you get back?"

She couldn't get over how different he looked. He was in much better shape than when he'd left. He looked so put together. The despondency in his eyes was gone too.

He was taller and much more secure, more distinguished somehow.

***

The very next day, Brandon was out there in his running shorts and a tank top.

He ran up to her as soon as he saw her. "Hey."

"Hey." The first thing she noticed was a tattoo on his upper arm, but she didn't say anything. Something about it being on his big, muscular, sweaty arm made looking at it feel wrong.

***

"I usually only run about an hour total."

"Yeah, well, I'm a Marine, honey." He wiped the sweat from his face with his big shoulder. "An hour ain't shit. Pardon my French."

Sofia smirked. "Yeah, but you're practically walking."

Brandon's eyebrows shot up. "Is that a challenge?"

Sofia smiled and took off sprinting.

***

"You remember when Asia's dad got in the accident in high school where the passenger was killed?"

Sofia was awake now. "Yeah." She sat up slowly, propping herself against the pillow.

"Well, get this. The person that was killed was his mistress."

***

Asia's not like that anymore."

"Oh really, Eric?" If looks could kill, there'd be a gaping hole between Eric's eyes. Sofia raised her voice. "Why don't you tell me what she is like? You two real tight now? Is that why she would tell you something so personal about her dad?"

***

"I have something I'd like for you to see. You think you can come over my house one of these days? You wouldn't even have to come in. I can bring it out to the porch." Brandon's eyes implored.

He reached over and squeezed her shoe. Her eyes took in his muscular forearm and immediately felt weird about it.

"Yeah, I guess I could do that."

***

Sofia ran her finger over the barrel then held it up to her face, pointing it at the window like she'd seen him holding it in the picture. "Who'd have thought I'd ever be holding one of these?"

Brandon came around her. "Actually, this is how you're supposed to hold it."

He put his arms around her and picked up her arms, his face inches from hers when he adjusted her head so that she could focus on aiming. Sofia's heart rate spiked.

His hand came around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He whispered in her ear. "You okay?'

She nodded without saying a word but gulped hard. Brandon leaned in closer to her temple. "I'm feeling it too."

***

"Damn, Brandon," Romero said, looking at his arm, "looks like they worked you out pretty good."

Brandon chuckled. "Yeah, I thought I was used to getting worked out, but I got back home and," he looked at Sofia, "got worked out pretty hard here, right, Sof?"

Sof?

Sofia smiled. Eric held her hand a little tighter. He wasn't sure what that meant, but he wasn't jumping to any conclusions he knew her brothers would. They all stared at Sofia. Brandon saw the looks on their faces. "I knew she was on the track team, but damn, I didn't know how fast she was."

***

"Look,Sof, if you forgot to tell me about running with Brandon because you thought I'd be mad, that's not cool."

***

Eric stood up. Something pierced into his chest. "What did you do, Sofia?" He wasn't sure if anyone at her place was home, and he didn't care. He raised his voice, feeling on the verge of losing it. "What the fuck did you do in his bedroom that has you crying?"

***

"I think me and Eric broke up." Saying it out loud made it feel real. Something she didn't want to accept earlier. She leaned against Sal and cried. "And it's all my fault."

***

"No, this is a shorter internship during Christmas break. You'd leave after Christmas." His dad took another spoonful of his dinner.

"Same place?"

"Nope." His dad drank down the rest of what was left of his wine. "Madrid."

Eric stopped mid-chew. "Spain?"

His dad smiled. "Merry Christmas."

***

"Eric,before you go, I wanted to talk to you. Since Sofia will be with us tomorrowwhen I take you to the airport." Ericstared at his dad curiously. "I know you really believe that your relationship with Sofia is forever. Maybe it is, but I want you to promise me that you're going to make the most of this trip to Spain. Don't sit in your dorm room, texting Sofia the whole time."

***

"You think if I talk to Eric—you know, apologize? Maybe your brothers would feel a little differently. I'd hate for things to end between us like this."

Sofia shook her head. "The damage is done,Brandon. We had a chance to be friends, and we blew it. Eric was actually okaywith me running with you until ..."

***

Heturned to see his dad with Tina and a girl, approaching him. His dad hugged himwhen he was close enough and smiled big."Rhisis Tina's youngest sister, Jennifer." Eric was just reaching his hand over toshake Jennifer's when his dad added, "She's your age. Maybe you could show Jennifer some of the places the younger crowds frequentwhile we're here."

***

"Don't come home yet."

Sarah's tone alarmed her. "Why?"

"Brandon's outside. I thought Alex was gonnakill him. He hit him pretty hard, but Brandon still refuses to leave. He's sodrunk."

***

"I'm not just saying this because I've been drinking." Jennifer traced his lips with her finger. "But I think you're incredibly sexy."

***

"I had a beautiful girl throw herself at me last night, Sofia. I could've easily done something with her, but I didn't even consider it for second. You know why?"

Sofia didn't respond. Something squeezed at her throat. When she didn't answer, he went on.

"Because I would never do to you, what you fucking did to me."

Sofia was left clutching her phone as the lineclicked and Eric hung up on her again

***

Hisdad stared at him, hanging on every word. He was sure his dad was shocked thatEric was spilling his guts like this, but he needed to, needed to let it out sohe might start to heal. "I've been thinking about what you said last night. Maybe she doesn't deserve me."

***

WhenEric got back to his dorm room that afternoon, he read the long text Sofia hadsent him earlier.

I wantyou to know I've never once given any thought to what my life would be likewithout you in it ... until now . . .   No matter what happens, I love you. Always have. Always will.

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