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again.
    Oh god, he heard me. I actually did it. Daniel’s going to flip the fuck out.
    I stared at the shadow until it disappeared and I tried to imagine what his face must have looked like as he stood outside my door and listened to me masturbating. The mental picture I came up with was somewhere between extreme pleasure and pain. Pleasure at listening to me and pain because he wanted me but felt like he couldn’t—or shouldn’t—have me.
    Either way, I fell asleep with the same goofy smile on my face.
    ~*~*~
    I had a routine. Get up around nine or ten in the morning. Make coffee. Drink coffee. Every morning. Even though he’d only been here for two days, Luke should have already realized this. After all, he’d caught me in the kitchen twice in a row doing that exact thing.
    So the next morning when I got to my coffee pot and went to put in a filter, I frowned when I realized that the pot had already been set up. Already been ran.
    But the pot itself was empty.
    With a frown, I reached into the cabinet above my head and pulled down the container I stored the grounds in. My eyes widened with horror when I shook it and heard only the rattle of the scoop in the otherwise empty container.
    Oh no. No, no, no.
    Anger was an understatement. I damn well knew I still had enough coffee left yesterday to make at least three pots, yet my container was now empty. Clara despised coffee and my dad always got his in the morning at a local coffee shop, so there was only one person who could have done the deed.
    I took the empty container with me as I marched to his room. With a scowl, I reached up and pounded on his door with my closed fist, my jaw tightly clenched with morning irritation.
    When he finally opened the door, he looked at me with drooping eyes and asked, “ What ?”
    “You look like hell,” I said thoughtlessly, then remembered why I had come to his room in the first place. “Did you drink all my coffee?” I accused as I held up the container.
    “Yeah, I needed some last night.”
    “Some? You mean three pots worth?”
    Luke frowned. “No, I had two pots. You must like your coffee pretty weak.”
    I clenched my jaw again and did my best not to grind my teeth together. “So you’re admitting to emptying out my container.”
    “Don’t you have more?”
    “No, I buy a few bags and pour them into one container. If I had more bags, I wouldn’t be here bitching at you.”
    Luke smiled lazily and leaned against the doorframe, which was when I realized he was very shirtless and that his pajama pants were riding dangerously low on his hips.
    And oh, they were some nice hips. There was a delectable looking happy trail leading into his pants and I wondered what he would do if I just ran a single finger over the fuzz.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you didn’t have more. With the way you drink coffee I guess I just thought you’d be stocked up.”
    His apology softened my anger, but it didn’t solve my issue. “Sorry isn’t going to fill my coffee cup.”
    He held up a single finger, signaling for me to hold on, and turned to walk over to his nightstand. I watched the muscles of his back flex as he bent down to pick up his wallet and swallowed hard at the sight.
    It suddenly felt a whole hell of a lot hotter in this room.
    He came back and reached his hand out, two twenty dollars bills dangling between his fingers. When I just looked at him dumbly, he moved his hand closer to my face.
    “Take it. Replace what I drank and buy more. I like the kind you drink so I’d like to share it. If you don’t mind.”
    I wanted to tell him I didn’t need the money—I had a credit card for that—but I could tell it would just piss him off to deny it. I accepted the cash with a nod and said, “That’d be fine.”
    I stood in the doorway, unsure of what to say when I noticed his gaze was slowly traveling down my body. I felt my skin flush and my breathing started to get heavier as I stared at the bulge in his pants.