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idea. “You wouldn't like them. You don't have to read any,” I say, trying to
put him off.
    “Oh come on... I’d like to.” He refuses to give up.
    “No, um, I write, you know, romance stuff.”
    “Romance stuff...” He waggles his eyebrows at me. It’s cute
and hilarious and I really want to laugh at him but I don't.
    “Yeah, so, you don't have to read any,” I repeat.
    “I’ll just look you up when I get home if you won't tell
me,” he teases. I groan and feel like throwing up at the prospect of him
reading a love story complete with sex that I’ve thought up and written.
    “It’s just, you know, awkward,” I explain.
    “Why write if you don't want anyone to read it?” he asks.
    “I want people to read them,” I say defensively, “just not
you. It would be embarrassing if you read one.”
    He grunts, shoots me a look, and then understanding dawns on
his face.
    “Ohhhhhh,” he jests. “You write what you really want in a
man into your books don't you? What you really want a man to do to you .
Like your own personal fantasy right?” He looks at me curiously.
    “Oh my god, Jake, we are NOT having this conversation.
Please.” I can feel myself getting overly worked up about this, partly because
his guess is a little true.
    Without warning, his arm shoots out and wraps around my
waist, pulling me into him hard and knocking the breath out of me. He brings
his face to mine, leaving us mouth to mouth.
    “Like this, Laney? Would this be a scene in your book?” he
whispers and I swear the air around us thickens. He’s going to kiss me. He. Is.
Going. To. Kiss. ME! My heart rate spikes and my breath is caught in my throat.
His eyes are staring right into mine and my god...is he actually going to kiss
me?! The arm at my waist tightens slightly as his other hand wraps around the
back of my neck. I can actually feel the red in my cheeks now and I’m pretty
sure my panties just exploded. Before I have time to answer, he lets go and I
stumble two steps backwards, never taking my eyes off his. He cocks his head to
the side and chuckles at me. I’m slightly disappointed--I think I would have
let him kiss me if he had. No. I’m really disappointed and I need to change my
underwear pronto.
     
    “Not funny,” I declare once my breath comes back.
    “Oh come on, Laney, lighten up,” he returns with a perfect,
dimpled smile. Easy for him to say.

 
    Jake
    I had the most ridiculous urge to kiss her. I was just
joking around when I pulled her close but when she stared up at me with those
big brown eyes I forgot what I was doing. Her body felt good pressed into mine
and she smelled like peppermint. I had an overwhelming craving to see if she
tasted as good as she smelled. I needed to taste her, to feel those plump lips
on mine. Her breath came out in short pants and it drove me wild. Before I did
something stupid I’d gotten control of myself and let her go.
     
    “I am light,” she retorts.
    “Huh?” What were we talking about?
    “You said lighten up. I am,” she pouts.
    “Oh. Right.” Jesus, Jake, pull it together. Her cheeks are
still flushed and she was breathing heavy still. Her eyes are still locked on
mine.
    “Uhh, okay, so…anyways. I was...” she turns and looks around
the kitchen, “...going to make lunch. Do you want me to make you and Bob
something too?”
    Damn, she’s flustered, I think I will read one of her books
just to see what’s got her so riled up.
     
    “Bob’s not here today, but I’ll have lunch with you, sure.”
    “Oh, okay. Well is chicken salad all right with you?” she
asks.
    “Love it. Call me down whenever you’re ready,” I tell her.
     
    I head back upstairs and carefully adjust myself. My jeans
are uncomfortably tight from our embrace. What was I thinking? I take a few
measurements for the windows and start to frame out their locations. I wonder
if she’s seeing anyone; I haven't seen anyone come by but that doesn't mean
much. But if I were her man,