She followed him, the post-orgasmic euphoria making each step lighter than the last.

At the bathroom door, he turned to stop her. “Let me just…clean myself up,” he said.

“What about me?” she asked innocently.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t I get to clean up?”

“Oh,” he said. “Yeah. Sorry, I’ll be quick.”

She shook her head and placed her hands on his chest. She tried to lean into him, but he backed away, hips first. She had to bite her bottom lip to stop from laughing. He was so adorable.

“What if we cleaned each other up?” she asked, not as innocently.

His eyebrows furrowed. She waited patiently for him to get the hint. When he did, his eyes widened, and he started to blush. “Seriously?”

“Unless you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” he said. “But I thought…I don’t want to rush you at all. I can change, and we can just, like…watch a movie or something.”

“We’ve already had sex, Alejandro,” she teased.

“I know, but I don’t want you to think I just invited you over to have sex again.”

Deja sighed. “This is why everyone has a crush on you. You know that, right?”

He ducked his head, and she could feel the heat of his body as he warmed up, and she warmed right up with him. “Are you going home over winter break?” she asked.

He lifted his head and cringed, the answer in his eyes before he replied. “Yeah. I bought the tickets this summer before we...”

He sounded apologetic, and she hated that. He didn’t have anything to apologize for, though his answer did make her sad. “When do you come back?”

His frown deepened. “The day before spring semester starts.”

She had to force herself not to frown with him. “It’s okay,” she said, even though it wasn’t. She pressed her hands into his chest and moved them heavily over his shirt, around his shoulders. “Want to take a shower with me before you leave?” she whispered against his lips.

Alejandro’s expression transformed from sad to excited so quickly that it made Deja’s heart race. His smile was intoxicating. So were his arms as they wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight against his body, no longer worried about the wet stain on his pants.

“Yes,” he whispered as he kissed her and backed into his bathroom. “Yes,” he said again as he slid his hands under her dress and pulled it over her head. He swallowed hard and nodded as he unclasped her bra and slid her underwear down her legs. “Yes. Fuck,” he groaned when she pushed his hands from her body and started to undress him in return.