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There was something about the small metal box moving on a series of cables that made her nervous. How come with all their technology engineers couldn’t invent something better. Okay, they had, but Clarissa didn’t like escalators either. She didn’t open her eyes until she heard the elevator doors open. Clarissa glanced at Skull thankful that he hadn’t made a jab at her about her dislike of the elevator.
    She kicked off her shoes and carried them down the hardwood hallway. Clarissa didn’t want to risk slipping again. Her wet feet felt much more stable the soles of her shoes were. She unlocked the door, but stopped Skull from passing.
    “No wet shoes on my carpet,” she said, “I plan on having my security deposit returned to me at the end of my lease.”
    “You know no one ever sees that money again, right?” he asked, but knelt down to unlace his boots anyway. Clarissa waited somewhat impatiently as he took off his boots.
    “Leave them in the hall,” she said pointing to the spot where she had already set her own flats.
    “Do you know how expensive they are?” Skull asked.
    “No one wants to steal your boots,” Clarissa said and rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help to grin. She was the female and that meant she should have been the one obsessed over her shoes, but it was sort of cute to watch Skull worry about his boots, “They’ll be fine, I promise.”
    “Fine,” Skull sighed and reluctantly sat his boots next to Clarissa’s flats.
    For a moment Clarissa almost changed her mind and told him to just throw them into the kitchen, that floor was tiled. What would her neighbors think when they saw a pair of boots, that clearly belonged to a man, sitting outside of her apartment? She didn’t have much time to dwell upon her worries, because Skull was already walking into her apartment forcing her to quickly follow behind him.
    “You can dry off in the bathroom,” Clarissa said as she shut and locked the door, “Towels are in the cabinet on the right. I’m going to my room to change.”
    As Clarissa peeled off her wet clothes she felt her body warming. She had forgotten to grab a towel before heading into the bedroom so she made do with the small towel she had used on her hair this morning. She dried quickly before slipping into a clean and dry pair of jeans and a light blue tank top. Clarissa rubbed her nipples to ensure the tiny nubs lay flat and didn’t peak up visibly through her clothing.
    After a few minutes of digging through her closet she slipped into her favorite black fuzzy house shoes, but quickly changed them out for a pair of ankle socks. Clarissa knew that the fuzzy slippers would only give Skull a reason to tease her. So if he was such a pain in the ass and a bully, why had she allowed him into her apartment? Clarissa told herself that she was just being nice, but she knew it was more than that. She was more than a little attracted to the jerk.
    “Oh my God!” she mouthed to her pale reflection in the mirror as she ran a comb through her brown hair, “I’m becoming one of those weird girls who fall for the bad boys, but more than that I’m falling for the bully. Is this like Stockholm Syndrome or something?” Clarissa shook the thought away, “Stockholm Syndrome is something differently entirely. He hasn’t kidnapped me or anything.”
    Clarissa laughed despite herself and sat the comb back on the dresser.
    “What are you giggling about in there?” Skull’s voice called from the other side of the door and startled Clarissa. Lost to her own thoughts she hadn’t heard him leave the bathroom.
    “Nothing,” Clarissa said, trying to sound more composed that she felt. It had been a while since she felt this giddy about anything, but she couldn’t let him know how much liked him. Guys like him always used it to their advantage and Clarissa refused to be anyone’s pawn. She glanced at her reflection one last time and headed out into the living room. Skull was sitting on the