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me .”
    “Well yeah, but then I figured it’s not your fault that your body reacts to mine like that. I mean, my body’s gorgeous.” Another paper ball flies across the room and hits him on the head, but I don’t dispute him because he’s absolutely right.
    “Hey!” he yips and throws it back at me before he continues reading.
    Although little Miss Chirpy has been temporarily silenced, my eyes still scan the same line in the article over and over again.
    With a quiet sigh I push it away and grab a novel. I’m so relieved I want to pounce on Jesse and wrestle him into a hug. Of course that might send him zooming backwards out the door, so I stay still.
    I’m wracking my brain to come up with something to talk about when Jesse places a succulent finger against his page and speaks. “How did we end up naked anyway?”
    “Ah,” a little laugh passes my lips. “It was raining hard after we got back from the ER. I had to help you undress and since you were shivering pretty badly I had to wipe you down with a towel –”

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    “Bet you enjoyed that,” he says under his breath, but I ignore it.
    “Because someone had been too lazy to put sheets on his bed before going out that night, I put you in my bed while I made your bed. But you were still shivering like a rattle by the time I’d changed the sheets and pulled off my soaking clothes that I crawled in with you to keep you warm.”
    “Ah, the good old body-heat trick.”
    “Yes,” I say and smirk. “But really, your nose would be drooling with icky stuff from a nasty cold without me, so you should be thankful.”
    “And you needed your bare cock to keep me warm as well, which is why you didn’t sleep in your boxers like you always do?” He brushes hair from his eyes, but it flumps right back.
    I laugh abruptly. “Well, that is the warmest part – FYI – but by the time I had wiped myself dry, you looked like you were having a seizure, so I just jumped in.”
    “That so?” Jesse says, not convinced at all.
    I hide my grin behind my book when he turns back to his reading, but the letters in my book are a blur. He has set clear hands-off boundaries, but I can’t shake the image of how he’d stayed so dead-still while I was bent over him, brushing my lips against his slender jaw. He should have told me to stop…unless he was in some kind of a shock.
    If it was curiosity, would I be fooling myself to hope that he’ll get curious again? I’m positive that the electrifying tension in the room wasn’t just coming from me. His heart, his flaming body, his rattling breath had all pointed towards deep anticipation. And then the fact that him hearing me masturbate gave him some sort of a thrill…
    I glance back at Jesse. Locks of hair droop into his eyes while he reads and other locks wave around his ears. He’s an athlete both in body and spirit. He’s studying Physical Therapy and works out quite a bit alongside his basketball playing. I have little interest in sports, but oh how I love watching him run around the A Life Without You 17
    court all sexy with his sweaty clothes sticking to his body. That’s when I’m not ogling his bare muscles in the gym as he pelts the treadmill or lifts some weights. He’s the reason I work out every morning.
    “You’re looking at me again,” Jesse says, but doesn’t look up from his book.
    “Sorry,” I mumble. I raise up whatever book I’d grabbed and plop down on my immaculately made bed. I’m not anal or anything, I just like my bed well made and my dirty clothes in my laundry hamper.
    “Do you find me attractive?” he asks, his eyes still focused on the thick book.
    “Yes,” I answer truthfully. There’s no use in denying it. He already knows it. I wonder if it’s going to drive another wedge between us.
    “But you know I’m not gay, right?”
    I punch some pillows until I’m comfortable and flip to a random page. “I know.”
    I know, but the fact that he jerked off in the shower,