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sofa and for a moment Clarissa wasn’t sure what she was seeing. When her eyes finally made sense of the scene in front of her she had to fight back a giggle fit.
    Skull was sitting on the sofa in her fuzzy black robe.
    “Hey, do you think I can throw my clothes in your dryer or something?” he asked.
    “Yeah, sure, it’s this way,” she said and walked away. Now that she was facing away from him she let herself crack a smile. His tall, muscular frame stretched the fabric of her robe at odd angles and only came down to his knees, although when Clarissa wore it the hem trailed along the floors.
    Clarissa walked into the laundry room without thinking and turned to find herself closer to Skull than she trusted herself to be. She looked up at him and gave him what she hoped was just a friendly smile.
    “You do know how to work a dryer, right?” she asked.
    “Duh,” Skull rolled eyes and swung the door to the dryer open.
    “Be careful!” she warned.
    Clarissa was always a little nervous when other people touched her expensive belongings. You never could tell when one just might break down and if someone else was to use it, she knew she’d blame them. If something of hers broke, she wanted to be the only one to blame. She silently prayed that the dryer would survive and led Skull back into the kitchen.
    “Soda?” she said opening the fridge.
    “Sure,” Skull said and held up his hand from across the kitchen.
    It took Clarissa a moment to realize that he meant for her to toss it to him. She held the can tightly debating on whether or not to toss it. Her aim had never been great and she wasn’t in the mood to clean up a mess. Skull wiggled his fingers to signal that he was ready to catch it, but Clarissa slid it across the counter instead.
    For a moment it bobbed on the edge and she feared that her way wasn’t the safer alternative to tossing a can across the room, but Skull’s hand appeared around it just as it began to fall. Clarissa let out a sigh of relief and retrieved a can for herself before heading into the living room.
    She sat down on her the left end of the sofa, which was her favorite spot to rest, read, or just sit, and curled her feet under her and nested her back into the arm of the sofa. She normally would face the other way, but it seemed rude to turn her back to Skull, after all, he was a guest in her home.
    Skull grinned at Clarissa and she blushed. Her eyes darted around the room and settled on her bookshelf. It was too far away for her to make out the titles, but she knew where all of her books were. She mentally listed them in their shelving order trying to not think of how cute the guy at sitting on the other end of the sofa was.
    Clarissa looked away, closed her eyes, and did not open them until she had taken a few deep breaths. She wasn’t sure what mystical force was drawing her to Skull, but she was going to blame it on her hormones. It was lust and the rain nothing more. She imagined that even cave people driven inside by the rain were drawn to the warmth of another body.
    “More interesting things, eh?” she asked, hoping that Skull didn’t turn it into some perverted punch line.
    “Yea, well there’s motorcycles for one,” Skull chuckled.
    “Yea, okay,” Clarissa nodded, “Nearly getting killed because we’re not wearing helmets, isn’t fun.”
    “We didn’t nearly get killed, but if it bothers you that much why don’t you buy a helmet?” Skull asked.
    “I just might,” Clarissa said and crossed her arms.
    “You don’t have to be so snippy about it, Bookworm,” he chuckled.
    “Don’t you understand how dangerous it is?” Clarissa demanded.
    “Fine! I’ll find you a helmet to wear before I take you out again,” Skull sighed.
    “And what about yourself?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Clarissa didn’t want to let Skull know how much she worried about him, out there on the streets and highways riding that damnable bike without the proper safety