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shock of his being there, “I like getting enough for leftovers.”
    Luke held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, no judgment. Can I come in, or are you too busy with,” He gestured towards my food. “This?”
    I glared at him. “Come in.”
    I turned my back on Luke and went into the kitchen, letting him close the door. I wasn’t thrilled about him seeing me in my bumming around clothes, but at least I had showered and put makeup on. Thank God for small miracles.
    “So what are you doing here?” I asked, “I figured you’d be out banging everything on two legs by now.”
    Luke raised an eyebrow. “Right, because that’s how I usually spend my Sunday nights.”
    I felt stupid for taking such a nasty tone with him.
    He didn’t do anything wrong , I reminded myself, and you still have to work with this guy, so you may want to make nice.
    My stomach rumbled loudly and I knew if I didn’t eat soon it would be a bad scene all around.
    “Do you want to join me?” I said, changing the subject, “I was going to watch a documentary about sharks, and as you pointed out, I have plenty of food.”
    Luke grinned. “That sounds great.”
    I turned off the lights and we settled in on the couch to watch the movie. We spread the take-out on the table, and it wasn't long before we had made a significant dent in what had initially seemed like an impossibly large amount of food.
    As interesting as the documentary was, and as much as I was enjoying the meal, there was definitely an elephant in the room and I wasn't exactly sure how to bring it up. Luckily for me I didn’t have to, as it was Luke who decided to break the ice.
    “So, am I right in thinking you were mad at me last night?”
    I kept my eyes glued to the screen, avoiding eye contact at all cost.
    “Nah, I was just a little tired.”
    Luke picked up the remote and clicked pause, forcing me to stop paying attention to the TV.
    “Why were you mad?”
    I crossed my arms and sighed.
    “I don't know, I guess when you were so quick to tell me you didn’t want me as a girlfriend, I felt, I don’t know, used.”
    “Used? Cass, you’re the one you said you wanted to keep it no strings. I was just doing what I thought you wanted.”
    “I know,” I said, agreeing with him, “I guess, ugh, I don't know. I guess I…like…you.” Saying this last part was painful and I felt like I was a teenager again, asking Jimmy Hewitt to the semi-formal, heart pounding in my chest.
    Luke looked confused. “You..like...me?” he said, pointing to himself.
    I felt like I was being made fun of and threw a pillow at him.
    “Yes, alright? You don’t need to rub it in.”
    Luke burst out laughing and tossed the pillow aside and grabbed my wrists, pulling me onto him.
    “Oh you idiot! You crazy, beautiful idiot!”
    “Hey!” I said, laughing a bit now too, in spite of myself, “Who are you calling an idiot?”
    “Do you really think that I would have spent all this time with you, that I kissed you, and touched you, and had sex with you, for heaven’s sake, which I have never done with anyone else in my life, if I didn't like you too?”
    I looked in his eyes, not sure of what I was hearing. “Really?”
    “Yes, really. Do you think you’re the first woman that’s offered to take me to bed? Because you’re not, Cassandra. But you are the only one I ever said yes to.”
    Luke put his hand out to lift my chin. “I’ve been infatuated with you since we first met. Aren’t you supposed to be the big sex and dating expert? How did you not know that?”
    “I...I don’t know,” I said, bowled over by his words, “I guess I am an idiot.”
    “Yeah well, you’re my idiot.”
    And with that Luke kissed me on the mouth and all the sorrow I’d felt since the night before instantly vanished.
    I pulled back from the kiss and looked into his eyes. I was going to say something, but the look in his eyes stopped me dead in my tracks. Gone was the jovial, mild-mannered guy I worked