“I want you to know,” he said, butting into her trip down erotic memory lane, “that when I’ve dreamt about touching you, it was never here.” He smiled at her, dirty and seductive and playful. Deja’s entire body began to warm again. He shrugged and corrected himself slightly. “Well, sometimes we were here or sneaking around on campus. But those were the PG dreams, I promise,” he laughed. “A little making out, nothing too risky.”
