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fall asleep or how long I’d slept. A soft knock from the other side of the door startled me, but I recovered quickly.
    I mumbled into the darkness, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, “Why do I have a feeling that you will be forgetting your keys a lot?” I shuffled my way to the door, unlocked the deadbolt and turned back toward the couch. A familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.
    “Jenna, its Cale. Can I come in?”
     

>CHAPTER FIVE<
    My body froze halfway between the door and the couch. This had to be a dream or possibly a hallucination. Maybe I was experiencing a psychotic break. Considering I had been close to one since driving onto campus, it wasn’t a farfetched theory. One thing was for sure, there was no way I actually heard that voice.
    Now wide awake, my mind spun with a dozen questions. Why was he here? Was it really him? Should I let him in? What do I look like?
    I reached for the overhead lamp attached to my desk and turned it on. Obviously intended for studying when other people wanted to sleep, it was more of a small spotlight on the top of my desk. Lights shining in from the Information Fair did little more than throw long shadows on everything.
    Placing one hand on the door, the other on the knob, I tried to decide if it had actually been his voice.
    “Jenna?” I dropped my hands. Reality quickly set in – it was him. I needed to let him in, or tell him to go home. This was bad. It didn’t feel right. But it felt so right at the same time.
    I ran my hands over my hair, trying to calm any wild strands. My decision had been made; I reached for the knob, opening it a crack. I peered through the small opening, blinking rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the light of the hallway. His face lit up with a kind smile.
    “Can I come in?” he whispered. My mind was stuttering stupid responses to his question that I thankfully had enough sense to not blurt out, which in turn, made me mute.
    Was this one of those “ situations ” that everyone warns you about before you go to college?
    Cale cleared his throat and leaned closer to the door. “Not really supposed to be out here, standing in the girls’ dorm, after curfew. If you don’t want me to come in I totally understand, but could you say something so I know if I need to leave or not?”
    Really? Could I be any more awkward? I opened the door wider and stepped behind it.
    Hello “situation”, welcome to my room . He turned sideways to fit into the opening, glanced back down the hallway and slid in. We stood in silence, me in my pajamas, hair a wreck, sleep in my eyes … and Cale.
    I shut the door behind him, the whole time wondering what the hell I was doing.
    “Hey,” he said. He seemed both surprised and happy that I had let him in. Although I found myself unbelievably attracted to him and excited beyond words that he was here, I wanted to make sure he couldn’t read it on my face. I tilted my head and looked at him through suspecting eyes.
    “You aren’t some weird serial killer that picks out unsuspecting girls and murders them before their first day of classes, are you?”
    “No. I wait until after your first day.” The beautiful smile returned to his face and I nearly died. His eyes dropped to the floor and he pushed his hands down into the front pockets of his dark jeans. His tight-fitting Henley hoodie was proof that he had spent many hours in the gym. He was perfection and I was … me.
    I lightly hit him in the stomach as I walked past. “Well, that’s a relief.”
    He laughed and turned to follow me to the couch. We both flopped down, him on one side with one of his arms draped across the back and the other resting on the arm. I sat on the opposite side using the arm as a backrest with my legs up on the couch toward him. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it around my shoulders, realizing how silly it was to think that this thin blanket gave me any protection against this guy.
    “What time is it?” I asked as I positioned the pillow