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it.”
    “Jenna, I called you to help me avoid sleeping with him. Not for you to encourage it!”
    “Ok, fine. Just know that inside my slutty little heart I am rooting for you to bed that fine man.” She smiles, puts her hands over her heart, and flutters her eyelashes.
    “Fine. Whatever, Jen. Now how can I stop that from happening? My body seems to override my brain when I am near him. I feel like I am going to tackle him and start rubbing myself all over him! I can’t stop picturing his hands on my body. This is a problem, Jenna! Sexual harassment in the work place is not something to be joked about!” I am desperate for suggestions, because right now I am ready to jump him the minute he steps foot into my room for our little meeting later today.
    “First off, I don’t think any guy would mind it if you rubbed yourself all over him.”
    “Jenna!”
    She laughs before she continues. “But I get where you’re coming from. So why don’t we set some guidelines for your interactions?” she suggests.
    “Like what?” I ask her, begging that these guidelines are the key to keeping me in my pants and out of his.
    “Hmm… Okay. When you’re in the same room, always keep the door open.”
    “I like that. Door open. That will make sure our interactions are open for the world to see,” I say gesturing wide with my arms.
    “That’s a little dramatic, but you get the idea. You can’t get private without privacy. Oh! Always stand an arms’ length away from him.”
    “Open door. Arms’ length away.” I am repeating these rules like a mantra. These rules will keep me sane.
    I swear I am crazy.
    “Those are probably good enough. If you guys aren’t ever alone and you can’t touch each other, you can’t screw. I mean, the alone part wouldn’t really work for me, but you’re shy enough that public sex doesn’t seem to be your thing. And the distance, that’s just science.”
    “I guess that’s logical.”
    “Good. Anything else? I have a bunch of reading to do. And don’t get me wrong, I am here if you need me, but… ”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go read. Thanks, Jenna.”
    “No probs! Let me know how it goes.” She winks at me as she walks out of the door.
    I prop my door open and go sit at my desk. I am just about to begin my reading assignment for history when there is a knock on my doorframe.
    I turn to look and it’s Jake.

Chapter 3
     
     
     
    “Can I come in?” he asks.
    “Sure!” I squeak. I am so embarrassing.
    He steps in, closes the door, and goes to sit on my bed.
    Oh no! Closed door. I repeat the mantra in my head. Open door. Arms' length away.
    I get up to open the door trying to follow my rules for dealing with Jake, but he takes hold of my hand before I can pass him. Great. I've broken both of my self-imposed guidelines in a matter of seconds.
    “Can we keep it closed, Rachel? We have some things to talk about that I don’t want anyone else to hear.”
    Looking into his deep, brown eyes, I nod my head and go sit back down at my desk. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves (and libido), I turn my chair to face him and smile.
    “So what did you want to talk about?”
    He smiles back. “I’m not really sure how to bring this up without sounding like an asshole, so I’m just going to start. I meant what I said last night at Sound.”
    “Um, okay.” Where is he going with this? He seems so nervous talking about it.
    “It was the best dance of my life. I felt this connection with you that I haven’t ever felt before.” Oh my god! Sqeeee!!!
    He pauses and closes his eyes, then looks up at my ceiling.
    “Jake,” I say trying to get his attention. He looks back down at me with a question in his eyes. I respond. “I felt it too,” a small smile curves on my lips. He returns it with a dazzling smile of his own.
    And then it starts to fade as he starts to talk again.
    “Rachel. I don’t know what to do about this. If we weren’t working together, almost living together, there