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interesting when I thought it was porn. Thought provoking just means I’ll spend half the movie confused. And beautifully filmed means I’m going to spend the other half watching sunsets in either slow motion or fast forward."
    "Oh, please tell me you are not one of those guys who only watches movies like Transformers and Batman ." She slaps a hand over her eyes.
    "Hey! What’s wrong with Batman ?"
    "I didn’t think it was possible for you to become any less attractive after last night," she says, tangling her legs tighter with mine.
    "Liar." I smirk and grab the remote, flipping through the on-demand movies. "Okay, let’s see if we can find this Vanilla Ice Cream porno you are so eager to watch. But…you have to come over here by me if you want me to watch this crap."
    "It’s not crap. I love this movie," she responds as I press play.
    "Come on. Get up here." I scoot over to the edge, allowing her just enough room to squeeze in next to me. She doesn’t move, so I just shrug and hit the menu button on the remote. "Okay, looks like Vision Quest will be playing at the James Cinema today after all."
    "This is blackmail."
    "Just a little," I reply, patting the couch next to me.
    She groans before crawling forward and tucking herself into my side. She rests her head on my chest but keeps her arms at her sides. I almost find it comical. However, before Tom Cruise even starts running through Times Square, she drapes her arm across my chest and begins stroking up and down my side.
    We spend the rest of the day lounging on the couch. We talk, sleep, and laugh—a lot. We both feel like utter shit, but I’ll admit that I’m actually enjoying my time lying around with her. It is a million times better than being miserable alone. She is always touching me. It isn’t sexual, but it is definitely flirty. And it doesn’t feel forced or awkward either. It feels, well…normal.

"THANK YOU for calling the Chicago Tribune. How may I direct your call?"
    It’s an endless cycle.
    "Please hold."
    All day.
    "Thank you for calling the Chicago Tribune. How may I direct your call?"
    Fuck my life.
    I’ve worked this job for approximately two point five days and I’m officially ready to quit, but unfortunately, I don’t have that luxury.
    "Please hold."
    "Sarah!" I hear the Wicked Witch call from her office. "Time for lunch," she informs me then quickly begins explaining, for the third day in a row, how to forward the calls to one of the secretary’s desks. It’s two buttons. Not exactly a difficult task, but she clearly doesn’t think I can handle it.
    It’s only a lunch break, but I walk out of the building eager for all sixty minutes of freedom before I have to reenter that hell. No sooner than my feet hit the sidewalk do I get an eye full of a gorgeous man leaning against a motorcycle, waiting for me .
    His delicious lips lift in that genuine smile I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.
    "I didn’t take you for the stalking type," I tease, stopping in front of him. "Or a biker."
    Fucking hell. Leo leaning against a Harley is a sight to be seen.
    "Stalking isn’t usually my thing, but I was willing to make an exception for you." He reaches forward, pulling me against him and wrapping me in his arms. This man and his freaking hugs. I would complain if I didn’t enjoy every single second of them.
    When Leo dropped me off around ten on Sunday night, he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then promised to call. We made plans to go out again on Wednesday since he would be gone on business in Indianapolis until then. True to his word, Leo called both nights that he was away. He listened to me ramble about the new job on Monday. Then, on Tuesday, I listened to him complain about one of the new guys he’d had to fire for hitting on a client.
    Up until now, I was a little concerned about the direction this thing with Leo was headed. During our phone calls, he never once became the flirty man I have grown to know. He called to chat