“Wow, are they seriously like that all the time? When do they go to class?”

“I’m honestly not sure that they do. The one that’s pregnant and her guy leave occasionally now, but the other four are at it like rabbits twenty-four seven,” Sammy says with a disgusted grimace. “I’m all for having a lot of sex and living your life with your own set of rules, but it’s common space and they don’t ever come up for air long enough to clean. The cleaning service refuses to come in because they keep walking in on them fucking. I had to pay one of the cleaners extra and then escort her to my room to get her to clean my bathroom.”

“Oh my god,” I laugh.

“It’s not funny,” she insists, “If my parents find out I’m living with six nymphos, they’ll drag my ass back home and I’ll be doomed to church on Sundays and knee-length tea dresses for the rest of eternity.”

“There’s space in my room to add another double bed if you want to move in with me,” I suggest.

“Considering you had a fuckfest with your hot psycho ex last night, staying with you would probably be jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.”

I roll my eyes, then shrug, conceding she might have a point. Sammy convinces me to borrow something out of her closet to wear to the party so I don’t have to go home and run the gauntlet of my nosy, overprotective housemates.

The shorts I borrow are khaki green with big gold buttons. They look sexy paired with the cropped tank she thrusts into my arms. Our feet are the same size so I slide on the strappy gold sandals she insists look amazing and pray that I don’t fall over and break my neck in heels this high.

Twisting my hair up into messy space buns on the top of my head, I keep my makeup light and add a bright-red lip. By the time we’re outside her house and dousing our hands in liquid sanitizer, I’ve almost forgotten about Sebastian and how conflicting my feelings are for him.

Hooking her arm through mine, Sammy leads me around the side of the house to where she parked the cart earlier when we got back. “Best thing about having housemates who never go anywhere is never having to share the cart.”

Climbing in, she backs out of the space and pulls away from her house, chatting nonsensically about boys and kissing and other stuff that I don’t pay attention to. Instead, I take the time to psych myself up to find someone to kiss tonight. Sammy is right, how can I justify whatever my feelings for Sebastian might be if I’ve never experienced anything different?

Having a random guy at a party with his hands all over me felt all kinds of wrong, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that all guys are wrong for me. Maybe he was a creeper or something and my body unconsciously figured that out when his hands were on me.