Eli gives me a look as he walks up to me. "What?" I ask even though I know what that look was for. He had to walk right by Logan only to see Casey leaving my place. I guess I could understand his confusion.

"Yo V! I thought that you were over these pasty rich boys. And now here you have two wandering around. What, is there a convention for 09ers here and no one thought to tell me? I am hurt!"

"Yep, we are teaching them how to look down on the lesser beings to make themselves feel more important. The swag bags are to die for. Don't worry though, I snagged one just for you!" Maybe my adorableness would distract him from the situation.

He continues, obviously immune to my cuteness. "Seriously V, why do you have those two assholes sniffing around your place? Are they bothering you? Do I need to go have a "talk" with them?" I can see the concern for me on his face. One of Eli's biggest triggers is seeing girls get pushed around by 09ers, using them and discarding them when they were through with them. He sees it all the time with girls in his community.

"What can I say? My milkshake clearly brings all the 09ers to my yard. Poor guys are helpless against all of this." I start to do a little dance but apparently my head does not like my movements. I pause mid shimmy and grab my head in pain.

Eli sighs in exasperation at my antics. "Why don't you take your milkshake to the couch and lay down. I will heat up some of the soup for you . Don't think that this conversation is over though" he warns. "We will be finish this discussion about these guys hanging around you when you feel better."

"Sounds like super fun!" I say sarcastically as I make my way over to the couch. Eli goes to the kitchen area and starts getting things ready, moving comfortably around the area. I stare at him, entranced with watching him walk around the kitchen as if he felt at home there.

He catches me staring. "What?" he asks. I knew that he wouldn't understand my interest in seeing this tough guy cooking and cleaning the kitchen but most women would definitely understand my utter fascination with this view. "Nothing." I respond.

After eating, Eli sits down with me and we settle in to watch TV. I must have gone to sleep because a short time later, I was jerked awake by the sound of knocking on the door. I looked around in confusion. The TV was off and I was by myself. Eli must have left after I fell asleep. Another knock on the door gets me up and moving. Opening the door, I find Logan peering down at me. "Logan, what are you doing here? Tired of exploring my pool?"

Logan doesn't respond. Instead, he leans down and places his lips upon mine. I gasp in surprise. Logan takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I freeze, unsure of what was happening. Logan takes advantage of my hesitation and presses closer to me, moving his head around for better access. I found myself lifting up to meet his mouth. Sensing my acceptance, he picks me up and startings backing me up further into the room. My legs seem to naturally find themselves wrapping around his waist as my body seems to finds the perfect angle pressed up against his. Our mouths never leaves each others as he sets me down on the counter. I find my hands slowly running under the back of his shirt, feeling the muscle cords tighten with my movement. I accidentally run my nails down his back and this must have excited him as he presses closer to me. I manage to gasp out, "Logan."

Suddenly I hear someone say, "Can I cut in?" I open my eyes to see Casey hip check Logan out of the way. I stare at Casey, a bemused expression upon my face. What about this situation made Casey think that either one of us would welcome his interruption?

"Veronica, I've been thinking. This whole friend thing?" He pauses and gently grasps my face, leaning towards me. "Yeah, that is not working for me anymore. I want...more." He slowly leans towards me, eyes engaging mine. His lips press gently against mine and I was surprised at how soft his lips were. His lips only stays on mine for a brief moment before he slowly starts kissing his way down my neck. When he reaches my racing pulse, he places his teeth against my skin and bites down. I jerk towards him, eyes opening wide in surprise at the sensation. I find myself looking directly into Logan's eyes. The heat that I am feeling is reflected in his eyes. Instead of being angry about Casey's seduction, he is instead turned on by it.

My attention is pulled away from Logan and Casey as I hear Eli say, "If a girl has time to make eyes at another guy, you obviously are not doing something right." Casey is ripped from my arms and Eli smoothly takes his place between my legs.

"What?" is all I can get out before Eli grasps the hair at the back of my head, pulling my head back to give him access to my mouth. He roughly takes charge of my mouth, his tongue battling with mine for control. His hands tighten in my hair, creating a fine balance between pain and pleasure. He starts to push me back on the counter, laying me down as though to display me to his audience.

"Dude! Stop hogging Ronnie. It is time for the Dick man to get in on this action."

I jerk up, arms flailing around in horror. I lose my balance on the couch and find myself panting on the floor. I look around, eyes wide with panic only to discover that I was by myself. Did I just have my first naughty dream? Holy shiit! I just made out with more people in one dream than I have in my entire life. Apparently, dream me is a bit of a slut. I have to admit to myself though that I felt more passion in that dream than I had in my entire relationship with Duncan. This realization makes me sad.

Duncan's kisses had always felt safe, like he cherished me. There was never a moment though that I felt that he actually wanted me, that he needed me. Was it me? Was there something wrong with me that made him not want me? Were we really so wrong for one another that he could not make my skin tingle like the guys in my dream did? The most passion that Duncan ever inspired in me was the anger that I felt when when he dumped me. Maybe we were not the perfect couple that everyone always said we were. The farthest we ever got was first base. I wasn't sure before this dream that I needed anything more.

I sigh as I get up to take a shower. Maybe a cold shower? I pause as I hear knocking on the door. I think back to the last time that I answered the door. Granted, it was dream me answering the door but still I hesitated before turning and making my way to my bathroom. I do not have the energy to deal with whoever that is.