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hand even as he pulled me closer. “Whoever sent it isn’t even worth thinking about.”
    “But—”
    “Just.” He tossed the balled-up paper into the trash can. “Forget.” He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck. “About it.” He snaked his hand up between my breasts, then managed (I’m not entirely sure how) to twist me around in his arms until I was facing him, and his lips were on mine, and I have to admit it felt really good.
    There was something so freeing about doing exactly what he said. At the moment, he was saying that I should go with him to bed. Not in words, mind you. But in that language that we all speak. That language that doesn’t have a word for stop or slow down or this may not be the best idea right now.
    His lips slipped over mine, comforting and familiar, and as his wide palms stroked my back, I merrily beat my doubts into submission. I might have told Jenn that there was no way I’d sleep with Todd again, but right then all my reasons were forgotten, replaced by the simple fact that I was in his arms and it felt good. Besides, wouldn’t not sleeping with him be a total waste of a cute outfit?
    The truth was, I didn’t want to go home. Normally, an empty apartment all to myself would be good news, but right then—on a night when the downside was creepy coded messages and the upside was a familiar lover keeping me warm—well, sue me, but I picked door number two.
    “The food.” Not a real protest, mind you, but I had to keep up appearances. “We should put it away.”
    “We can always order more,” he said. And then he kissed me.
    And even though the smart don’t-sleep-with-your-
ex part of my head told me I shouldn’t, I kissed him back.
    After all, I was single, over twenty-one, and some creepy weirdo had ruined my formerly good day.
    Really, I reasoned, what could possibly go wrong?

Chapter
6
    T wo mighty fine orgasms later, I was wide awake and thinking a lot more clearly. A few hours ago I might have wondered what could go wrong if I slept with Todd, but now my less-addled brain had sorted through all the possibilities and come up with quite a list.
    For one thing, Todd might think that the providing of orgasms also provided him with some door back into my life for more than just this night. Second, I might slide into that girly-girl state where I think that amazingly good sex is a fine basis for a relationship. (On that score, I really should know better. I had mind-blowing sex with Todd for four months, spent another month realizing our relationship was going nowhere, and then wasted yet another month of my life working up the courage to break it off despite one killer orgasm after the other. I finally managed the breakup, and now I own a very nice vibrator. That, however, is a different story.)
    Third—and from my current perspective, the most important—what might go wrong was severe lack of sleep. I’d forgotten about the mind-numbing, rafter-shaking snoring, though how, I don’t know. I certainly couldn’t forget about it now. “Ignore it and it will go away” was simply not an option.
    I tossed a few more times, putting extra effort into each turn so the bed bounced and shook. No effect. I pulled my pillow down over my head, doing a good impression of a woman smothering herself. I neither drowned out the noise nor passed out from lack of oxygen. Too bad for me.
    With a very loud groan that did not wake Sleeping Beauty, I propped myself up on my elbow and stared at him. The shades weren’t drawn, and I could see his face just fine in the haze of city lights. His mouth was open, his jaw slack, and I deserve some sort of prize for not jamming both my forefingers right up his nostrils.
    Instead, I took my pillow, grabbed the quilt, and headed for the bathroom. It might not be comfortable, but at least it would be quiet.

Chapter
7
    I don’t know what time I woke up. All I know is that I had a crick in just about every bone in my body. Sleeping in a bathtub will