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Living with Jake wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.
It had only been a day, and already I was hyper-aware of every creak in the floorboards and every shift in the air when he walked into a room. I hated it. I hated how my body reacted like some high school girl with a crush. Like he hadn’t been the boy who used to dump water on my head from the upstairs window for fun.
Now he walked around like s*x on legs, and I was the i***t holding a glass of juice, forgetting how to drink.
He didn’t say anything about last night.
Neither did I.
But I knew he’d heard me. I felt it. In the way he steadily looked at me this morning. In the small lift of his brow when we passed each other in the hallway. In the way his eyes dropped to my lips and lingered there a little too long.
I wasn’t go
