Emily dreamt that night.

It started on the boardwalk at Coney Island. Imagine Dragons' "Smoke and Mirrors" played somewhere, so she decided to go into the Hall of Mirrors.

She looked into one of the frames expecting to see her reflection, but saw Evan instead.

He was in the maze somewhere too.

She called out but he didn't answer. So she searched throughout the entire hall, but no matter where she looked she couldn't find him. Then she started to panic until she found the exit.

Once outside it was nighttime and she was on the sand in front of the ocean. Yet she knew by the shape of the dunes and the shoreline that it was the beach in Jersey now, not Coney Island.

"Sink to the Bottom" by Fountains of Wayne played and she spotted Kelly.

He was floating on a surfboard very far out in the water.

She started to swim to him but the riptide took her and no matter how hard she swam she couldn't get to him or back to the shore.

She was certain that she was going to drown. But just before she swallowed a mouthful of saltwater, a chime sounded.

She woke up.

"What the hell was that about?"

Emily rubbed her hands all over her face, until
she was alert enough to realize the chiming sound was actually an incoming text on her phone.

She rolled over and picked it up. It was from Evan. She smiled as she read.

Good morning Emily. I'd love to hang out with you at some point today. What are your plans?

Emily wrote back.

Good morning Evan Murphy. My only plans are working on a term paper for school and kissing you.

Probably a bit too much...

She erased kissing and changed it to seeing and sent that.

It's already nine in the morning!

Emily tapped on Jenny's name and listened to the phone ring.

One ring and sent to voicemail?

Emily hung up without leaving a message.

She typed.

911! So much stuff to talk to you about!

The ellipses that meant Jenny was responding popped up right away and a few seconds later her bubble popped up.

Can't. Church.

Emily forgot that it was Sunday.

Jenny's parents always make her go to church on Sunday morning...

Ok. Later.

Then she rolled onto her back and closed her eyes again.

I can't believe that I had made out with two gorgeous boys in the matter of a couple hours! And those kisses were good... really good...

She put a pillow over her face and squealed into it while she kicked her legs onto the mattress.

I have to tell someone about this...

Her next go-to after Jenny was always Alex so she shot off a quick text.

Made out with two hot guys yesterday - not at the same time. I'm not that wild yet! Too much to type. Can't wait to tell you all about it.

Alex's response came back almost instantaneously.

Srsly?! Sounds way better than my weekend of servitude in the fast food industry. Can't wait to hear the whole story. Getting ready to clock in and get my grease burns for the day. Talk later!

Emily grabbed her towel and went to take a shower.

Just as she was about to put her hand on the bathroom doorknob, the door opened and Kelly stood in front of her.

He was fresh from the shower with nothing on but a towel around his waist and an enormous smirk on his face. "Morning."

He leaned against the doorframe and looked her up and down.

Emily then realized that when she went back into her room last night she took off her clothes in the darkness and pulled his Pearl Jam shirt back on before she fell asleep.

Now she stood before him in just his shirt and her panties.

She shifted the towel she held, to cover herself some more and partially hide her mouth. "Sorry, my morning breath is probably terrible."

Instead of moving from the doorway he merely turned to the side so she had to squeeze past him into the bathroom, where it was still warm and steamy from his shower.

It seems that where Kelly goes heat follows...

He pointed at the toothbrush holder. "Brush!"

Then Kelly winked and Emily smiled despite herself.

As she put toothpaste onto her toothbrush she glanced at his reflection in the foggy mirror. The hem of his shirt skimmed her flowered underwear. He stared down at them.

Let him look... He's already seen more of me in my bikini...

But through her mouth full of toothpaste, she asked "Are you going to just stand there and watch me? What happens if my father or brother sees us like this?"

"You're right," Kelly said and stepped further into the bathroom with her.

He shut the door behind him.

Emily's eyes registered her shock and she twisted around to put her back against the sink.

He's not going to kiss me... my mouth is full of toothpaste...

But he took another step forward. Her hand stopped moving the toothbrush.

There's that tendril of fire low in my stomach again...

Kelly reached over and tucked Emily's hair behind both of her ears. "Your Dad went with Suzanne to their gardening thing and your brother is still sleeping."

His eyes trailed along her neck and his brow furrowed for a minute.

The toothbrush was still in her mouth. "Oh?" she garbled out. She shifted a step to the side.

Kelly leaned over even closer. Then he reached beside her to the counter. He took a Dixie cup from the holder, filled it and handed it to her. "Rinse and spit."

She put down her toothbrush, held her hair back, leaned over the sink and did as she was told.

I'm doing this only because I really need to anyway... not because he told me to!

When Emily stood back up to face him, Kelly reached out to rub the collar of his shirt between his thumb and forefinger.

He grinned. "This is nice."

Then he pulled her a step closer by the fabric. He tugged the neckline down, bent over and kissed her roughly on her collarbone.

Emily inhaled sharply.

He smells like the mango scented body wash I left in the tub last night...

Her head tilted back and her fingers twined into his still damp hair.

This seemed to encourage him and she felt him suck harder against her skin. She exhaled.

"What are you doing?"

Kelly lifted his face to hers. Their noses brushed.

"What I want."

Then he kissed her and a splendid tingle began to fill her body.

It wasn't just my intoxicated state last night that made kissing Kelly so magnificent...

The mint toothpaste lingering on their tongues converged perfectly, hot and cold. A realization dawned on her.

He's also just brushed his teeth!

She pulled away from his mouth. "You have a toothbrush here?"

He took a step backward and looked very pleased with himself. "I stay over a lot. Usually in your bed."

Kelly opened the door. The cooler air rushed in. He pointed at the tub. "Shower."

Then he turned away and closed the door behind him.

Emily felt the tender spot on her collarbone. She wiped the remaining haze from the mirror and pulled down his, or rather now her, shirt to look. There was a lurid purple hickey.

"Shit!"

Then her eyes found another lighter lavender mark, higher up on the other side of her neck.

"Crap!"

Evan had obviously left that one last night. She surmised that Kelly saw it when he brushed her hair back.

Was he sending Evan a message... Like a dog marking his territory?

She shook her head at her reflection and lamented, "My mother is going to murder me."