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away from her.   “I was coming down to pilfer another piece of your fabulous apple cobbler before hitting the books.”
    “H-help yourself.   I was going to make some tea then head off to bed but I…I think I’ll skip it tonight.”  
    Serena turned back towards the door, absently rubbing her hands down the sides of her jeans.   She could still feel the heat of his skin against her palms and there was a strange tingling sensation that seemed to have migrated from her fingertips all the way up both arms.   She was mortified by her behavior and was grateful Will had been kind enough to pretend he hadn’t noticed.   After letting Rufus in, Serena mumbled a hasty good-night and left the kitchen as quickly as she dared.   She was embarrassed enough as it was, she didn’t need to add to it by running into the wall or falling flat on her face!
    The entire time she was taking a shower, she kept having visions of Will as he’d looked in high school.   Her girl friends practically salivated whenever he walked by, their breathless sighs even more pronounced if Anthony and Sawyer happened to be with him.   They would go on and on about how tall Will was, what a fabulous body he had, how dreamy he was to look at, and though she couldn’t help noticing all those things too, it was his smile that always set her heart to racing.   Like half the girls in school, she wondered what it would feel like to have Will Duncan kiss her, and for one brief moment in the kitchen Serena thought he was going to do it.   God, what a disaster that would have been!
    As it was, she had narrowly escaped having a full-fledged panic attack in front of him and was lucky her shaky legs had held out long enough to carry her back to her room.   She could still feel the weight of his hands on her hips; big, strong, capable hands that had sent a thrill racing through her entire body .  It astonished her that she hadn’t reacted violently as she usually did when a man touched her.  Even more shocking was that for a few fleeting moments she had actually liked it.   Serena fumbled for the water handle, her brows drawing together as a vague memory began to stir.
    “You like that, don’t you?   You like it when I touch you…”            
    “It’s not the same,” she murmured to herself as she climbed out of the shower and dried off.   “Will’s touch was different, and just because I liked it doesn’t mean I wanted him to… to… ”   No, she wouldn’t allow herself to finish that thought.
    Looping the towel over the rack, Serena made her way to the dresser and pulled out a silk nightgown and slipped it over her head.   Even as she blow dried her hair and brushed it out, she couldn’t stop thinking about Will.   He’d been here for less than one day and had already managed to shake up her quiet, hum-drum life.   And to think she had planned to lay down the law about keeping to a schedule so they wouldn’t be using the kitchen at the same time!   She’d volunteered to do it, for crying out loud, so what did that tell her?   Serena slipped into bed with a disgusted sigh.   It told her she was weak, and if she wasn’t careful she would be making Will dinner every night and offering to cook Sunday breakfast too!  
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    Will tumbled into bed, exhausted after four solid hours of reading and taking notes.   In the three weeks he’d been living with Serena, they had fallen into a comfortable routine that seemed to suit them both, although he would have liked it better if he had more time to spend with her.   He usually went to the campus library after classes and studied until five-thirty then headed for home so he could take a quick shower before dinner.   Rose hadn’t been stretching the truth when she said Serena was an excellent cook, though it still made him a little