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    “I see that look, Em. Relax,” he says stopping in front of me. “I just want a friendly hug goodnight. It’s the least you could do for me,” he says pretending to sulk.
    Classic Lucas. Manipulating me to the very end. I chuckle, not the least bit annoyed by him. If anything, I’m relieved he’s still comfortable around me. This could have gone very badly. Rejected men can really be dicks sometimes.
    “Oh, okay. Bring it in,” I say opening my arms.
    He wraps his arms around my lower back , pressing himself against me. I gently pat him on the back, trying to decide if I’m feeling what I think I’m feeling.
    “Lucas, that better be a pack of gum in your pocket,” I say sighing.
    “Gum isn’t that huge, Em,” he chuckles pulling away from me.
    “Lucas!” I say in exasperation.
    “Hey, I get that we’re just taking it slow. I know that but he ,” he says motioning downwards, “didn’t get the memo. I’ll have a long talk with him and we’ll try to work on it. No promises though. He’s pretty a stubborn little bastard. Although, little probably isn’t the best word to use,” he says grinning.
    “Cold showers and ice baths help, I hear,” I say smartly.
    “Ouch. Okay, I’ll take the hint,” he says laughing as he walks towards the bedroom door.
    “I’ll get you some sheets and a towel. Do you need something to sleep in?” he asks me looking at my clothes.
    Fuck! I totally left all my clothes at Aiden’s place. There is no way in hell I’m going over to get them. I’d rather wear the clothes I have on until they deteriorate off my back, than have to see him again. Dramatic but truthful. I guess I’ll just have to buy some new clothes tomorrow before work. Ugh! I can just picture Jessica finding my belongings and starting a fire pit, my clothes acting as make-shift fuel.
    “Yeah,” I say sighing. “Just a t-shirt or something.”
    “Be right back, Em,” he says smiling.
    I flop down on the ever-so-comfortable mattress, sinking into its plastic covering. I feel my ass bump the floor as I wince in pain.
    Okay, so no jumping or flopping down on the bed , unless I want a black and blue ass.
    I see Lucas return to my room, a white t-shirt in hand. He leans down towards me, as I take the worn fabric in my fingers. I see his eyebrows wiggling, knowing exactly where his thoughts have gone. Dirty boy!
    “No, Lucas, you will not get to see me put on your shirt. Sorry, man,” I say, not the least bit sorry.
    “Hey, that’s not what I was wondering at all. I’m hurt that you think so little of me,” he says , holding his heart on his chest as if in pain.
    I roll my eyes, not fooled for a minute.
    “Yeah, yeah, not buying it. Thanks for the shirt, Lucas. The door is that way,” I say smiling deviously as I point to the exit.
    “Damn, Em,” he says sighing as he turns towards the door. “Are you sure that you don’t want to keep me company tonight?” he asks smirking.
    “Lucas,” I say arching my eyebrow.
    “Cold baths, cold showers, yeah I got it,” he says dramatically sulking. “I’m going to call my dad right now and get that little talk out of the way. I’ll let you know how the inquisition goes in the morning,” he says slightly deflating.
    Oh, poor Lucas. I kind of feel sorry for the guy now. I can only imagine the talk Leo wants to have with him. I just know that it will involve me and my sudden move into his apartment. I’ll have to make sure that Leo doesn’t tear him a new one.
    “Okay, goodnight, Lucas. And…thanks. You know, for letting me stay here and being a friend. I really needed that,” I say truthfully.
    “No problem, Em,” he says almost embarrassed.
    He seems as if he’s about to say something more but stops himself. I wince slightly, imagining what he must be thinking. Oh, Lucas.
    I smile reassuringly at him as he walks out the doorway.
    I feel a sense a loneliness, an all-consuming sense of abandonment wash over me. As if the weight of the