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didn’t hit on me.”
    “So you’re telling me that you don’t bring home a different girl every night?”
    “Fuck no,” he said. “Pardon me. No, I do not bring home a different girl every night.”
    I just kept looking at him while I ate my eggs.
    “I mean, I used to. For a while. A few months. It’s true, I don’t have any trouble finding someone who’s interested in coming back to my place. But it was never any good.”
    “Unlucky?”
    “No, I mean there wasn’t ever anything between me and whoever it was. No real connection. We didn’t care about each other at all. And so the sex was just, like, a really complicated way of masturbating. That often ended in bad feelings. Unrequited love. That kind of thing.”
    “So you think we have some sort of connection?” I asked.
    He stood up, having already cleaned his plate. “Maybe. Sure felt like it. And that’s why I was scared. Scared to confirm that feeling.” He stood by the sink where he tossed his dishes. “So you should probably go.”
    “Why?”
    “Didn’t you say you had a job?”
    “Oh, right.”
    “The paper isn’t going to sell itself.”
    “I guess not,” I said. I finished up what was on my plate, then stood up to leave.
    “Look,” he said. “I know I’m sending mixed messages here. And I’m sorry about that. But the simple fact is, connection or no, we can’t be together. You need to leave, and you shouldn’t come back. And I need to take your business card and tear it up, just so that I don’t have your number anymore. Because I’ll call you if I get the chance.”
    “But why?” I asked. I know it was what we agreed to, but it still didn’t feel quite right.
    “I’m not a lover,” he said. “I’m a fighter. And I don’t want you to get dragged into this. It isn’t safe for someone like you. Especially if people start seeing you around someone like me.”
    “What’s the worst that could happen?” I asked.
    He paused, then simply said, “You’re late for work.”
    “Right,” I said. “Well, goodbye.”
    “Goodbye, Jessica.” He said it in such a fatalistic way.
    I walked through the house, out the front door, and then down the stairs to the road. I got in my car and drove off. Towards work. I spent the whole ride trying not to think about him. Trying not to think about what he’d done. It worked out horribly. Every memory I tried to blocked replayed itself in vivid, erotic detail. The sensation of his tongue between my legs. The feeling of him throbbing, deep inside of me. I swear I almost crashed a couple times just from the memories.
    By the time I got to work, it was eleven o’clock and I was horny all over again. I wanted more of it. More of him. But I had heard what he said. We couldn’t be together. I needed to stay away. It wasn’t safe for us to be together.
     

Chapter 4
    I sighed and headed into the office. Up the agonizingly long set of stairs to the fourth floor. My knees were still a little wobbly.
    As I walked I figured out what I was going to say. I was jetlagged from the trip. People would believe that. I had really gone on a trip. If that wasn’t enough, I’d mention something about having vomited. That would be enough. I was well liked around the office. No one was going to be that mad at me or anything.
    “Hey,” came the cheery voice that greeted me every morning. Samantha. Probably my best friend in the office. The receptionist.
    “Hey,” I said, walking up to her desk.
    “How was your trip?”
    I hesitated. My mind had been so far away from my trip ever since I got back. “Good,” I finally said. “Well, not that good.”
    “Family shit?” she asked.
    “Like usual.”
    “Ah well. It’s good to have you back,” she said. “Did your flight just get in this morning?”
    “No,” I said. “Uh, it was pretty late last night. I was super jetlagged this morning though. Couldn’t drag myself out of bed.”
    She stared at me through her curly hair. “You don’t look