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you’ll have me.”
    I laughed at the idea of turning him down, especially after all the effort he’d gone to. “ Hmm . Well, as you’ve read, I do have a flourishing social life. I’m not sure I can fit you in.”
    Clint grunted and came to a short stop, pulling me against his body tightly. He cupped my jaw with both hands and stared into my eyes. Our noses were only a fraction apart.
    “Talia. I like you. I really like you. I fancy the fucking pants off you, actually.”
    I let out a shuddering breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and glanced at his lips. “Okay.”
    “I can’t dance around this anymore. I just…” he pulled away, as if he were suddenly embarrassed. His hands dropped from my face.
    There were no words for what this man did to me. I leaned forward without any warning, throwing my arms around his neck and diving for his mouth. He grunted against my lips as he stumbled back a step, obviously not expecting my advance. His arm snaked tightly around my waist as he recovered and soon we were wrapped in a pretty steamy embrace.
    We broke apart only when a young guy walked by and whistled under his breath. The world around us had disappeared. The walls had dropped and we were able to admit, to ourselves and to each other, that there were legitimate feelings there.
    When Clint met my eye, we both laughed like a couple of teenagers. He slowly walked me the rest of the block back to my apartment and gave me another kiss on the front step.
    “I’ll be back next Thursday.”
    “Can’t wait,” I grinned.
    Clint walked away backwards as if he didn’t want to go. “Be sure to keep checking the blog!”

The week I had to wait until I saw Clint again was both the longest and fastest week of my life. I checked the blog obsessively, just waiting for the newest post to publish, a hint of what was planned for Thursday night. At the same time, I was all worked up about seeing him again. The nerves of knowing we’d confessed our feelings for each other got the better of me.
    Maybe I’m just blowing this whole thing out of proportion, I’d think. Maybe he doesn’t really like me like that, but is vaguely interested. But the small voice of common sense would speak up and remind me that no guy would go to such lengths for a woman he kinda liked.
    The post he put up on Monday didn’t exactly clear things up.

     
    Okay, so he wasn’t the best at poetry, but it definitely got my attention!
    Thursday rolled around and I could barely get through the workday without checking the clock every two minutes. I raced home the moment I could and spent an hour getting ready.
    “Do you have any clue what we’re doing? Tell me if you know!” I begged Anette.
    “Why would I?” she replied as disinterested as possible.
    “Because you two are practically bosom buddies.”
    “Hey. I got you together. You’re on your own now,” she said with a wave of a hand.
    I leaned on the back of the sofa and tried to reason with her. “I just need to know what to wear.”
    Anette gave me a look up and down. “Not that,” she scoffed.
    I couldn’t help but laugh. Stepping between her and the TV, I did a little twirl, my bathrobe flying open. “Really? You don’t think this is appropriate first date material?”
    “Second.”
    “Second?” I frowned, coming to a stop.
    “This is your second date,” she explained slowly. “Your first one already happened, remember?”
    “Shit…” Somehow this made it worse. There were already expectations in place. Things that were supposed to happen on second dates compared to first. Shit. This changes everything.
    Anette read my mind. “It doesn’t change anything. Go put on a nice shirt, a pair of jeans, and thank your lucky stars you have such an understanding and amazing roommate.”
    Twenty minutes later, Clint sent a text saying he was downstairs. “I’m going,” I called out to Anette who was now hiding out in her room.
    “Be good!” she yelled back. “Don’t do