graduate next year。
Nate barely listened to what she said： she was sexy as hell； and he enjoyed simply looking at her。
There weren？t many girls like Tawny on the Upper East Side： full； blond； wavy hair spilling over
caramel； freckled shoulders； pink lips that tasted like cherry ChapStick； long…lashed bright blue
eyes； and slender； tanned fingers covered with silver rings。
Blair was always quizzing him on his favorite song； his first memory； what he wanted to do when
he grew up。 She said she just wanted to get to know him； but it always felt like a test he was
failing。 Tawny seemed happy just to let Nate be who he was。
A hot； arrogant pothead？
When dinner was over； Tawny perched on the handlebars of his bike and shouted directions to
Nate。 She threw her head back and her long wavy hair tickled his nose。
？Slow down！ No； speed up！？ she shrieked。
？Where are you taking me？？ Nate shouted as they bumped over tree roots and rocks。
Tawny glanced over her shoulder at him。 ？You？ll see。。。。 Hey； stop！ Let me off。？
Nate skidded to a stop and Tawny hopped onto the ground。 Her lavender…colored hot pants had
ridden up； giving him a great view of her tan； surf…toned ass cheeks。 Shit； was she foxy！ ？That was
fun；？ she laughed； crashing through some low bushes toward the beach。 ？Ditch the bike。 It？ll be
safe there。？
Nate leaned his bike against a nearby tree。 The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the boughs
overhead； but it was cool and very still in the woods。
Following Tawny； Nate thought about how weird it was that he？d only been out of school for a
couple of weeks and yet his entire life had pletely changed。 He was working constructi