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When she got back to her apartment, Josh was standing on his crutches, glaring at his laptop, which was propped on a pile of books on one of her high stools. He wore a dark blue Dallas Cowboys t-shirt and his shoulders looked about half a mile wide. Snowball was curled on the floor next to his cast. At the sight of Suzanne, she heaved herself up and trotted to greet her. She bent down to rub between the dog’s ears.
“Hi.” For a moment, she felt almost awkward. It was one thing to have a temporary roommate, another to have wild uninhibited s*x with him. Did that make them roommates with benefits?
“Hi.” He closed his laptop.
She wondered if she should mention that she’d seen his Tumblr. But she had something more important on her mind. “I should warn you that we’re the talk of the town
