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pink when she thought about him being nude in her bathroom again.
     
    “See ya later, Bookworm!” he called out and Clarissa heard the front door shut behind him.
     
    Clarissa knew she'd could go out and tell him goodbye. Skull would have to pause to put his boots on, but not wanting to seem overly interested she decided against it.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Clarissa stood in her closet wrapped in her favorite towel. She shifted the clothes around trying to decide what to wear tonight. She had never been to a bar before and wasn’t quite sure what you were supposed to wear. Normally, she’d ring up Julie, but she still hadn’t forgiven her for the scene at the mall. Besides what would she tell her bestie?
    ‘Hey, Julie, I’m going out with Skull tonight. Yea, he’s taking me to a bar and I have no clue what to wear. Wanna come over and help me pick something out?’
    That wouldn’t go over well at all. Julie had always flitted from guy to guy, but had a mental ideal of the type of man she wanted to marry. She also thought that her ideal man would be good for Clarissa, too. Although, since Justin had fit most of the qualities of Julie’s checklist, Clarissa wasn’t so sure she was buying into it. He had left her just so he could sleep around at college without feeling guilty.
    Clarissa stepped further into the closet and pushed her large selections of skirts out of the way. She didn’t want to have to try to keep a skirt from blowing up in the wind while she was cuddled up to Skull’s back. Clarissa had always preferred skirts to pants, so her selection of jeans provided slim pickings. Her phone buzzed signaling it was fifteen to five. Clarissa always set her phone to give her a fifteen minute warning. Without it, she was always running late. Clarissa pulled a pair of acid wash jeans from their hanger and slipped into them.
    “Now for the hard part,” she sighed, “I still have to find a top.”
    A knock on the door startled her and she scraped the heel of her foot on the doorway.
    “Just a minute!” she called out, trying not to sound as anxious as she felt. Why the hell did he have to show up early? She hurriedly fastened her favorite bra into place and pulled a black tank over her head. She ran her fingers through her hair and glanced at her reflection.
    “Hey,” Clarissa said as she opened the door.
    “Hey,” Skull grinned at her. Clarissa glanced over him quickly, trying not to make her attraction obvious. Today he wore a pair of black denims that had chains attached to either leg and a black tee that did little to hide his fit chest and abs. When her eyes glanced over Skull’s hands she realized he was holding two helmets.
    “Awesome,” she said and her smile broadened.
    “Well, I don’t need you to have a panic attack on the back of my bike, Bookworm,” he chuckled.
    “Just let me grab my purse and we can leave,” Clarissa said.
    “Shoes,” Skull said.
    “Huh?” Clarissa asked confusedly.
    “Shoes,” he said again, pointing down at her feet this time.
    “Oh, yeah, those things,” she laughed.
    Clarissa blushed furiously as she walked back into her room to retrieve her purse.
    “Calm down,” she told herself, “It’s not a big deal. Just go out and have fun.”
    After taking a few deep breaths and slipping into her flats she met Skull at the door.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    “Come on,” Clarissa said as she locked the door and sprinted off to the steps. She didn’t want to experience another elevator ride with Skull. Her thoughts went to lustful places when she thought about being in such proximity to him.
    Outside, Skull helped Clarissa with her helmet. He fixed it over her hair and fastened the straps. Clarissa blushed as his hands brushed against her cheek and she had to fight the urge to lean into his touch.
    “So where are we going tonight?” she asked.
    “I told you the bar,” Skull grinned.
    “I know that,” Clarissa said, “What I meant was, which