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she applied the ice pack to her crotch hoping to extinguish the burn there. He re-entered the room with a glass and sat down beside her, handing her the water.
    “Thank you,” she said after she swallowed the pill. He reached for the ice pack in her lap and lifted it back to her head. She stilled herself at his touch and their eyes met. Her heart was leaping out of her chest and she had to remind herself to breathe. She jerked her gaze over to Spot, who was watching with a sneer. Thank God he couldn’t talk because he’d probably call her mother and tattle on Meg. Her Mom would probably try to have her fitted for a chastity belt.
    “Megan?” Tom’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts and back to his gaze.
    They stayed looking at each other for a full minute, neither speaking, his hand still holding the ice pack to her head. He finally spoke. “Have you eaten?” She shook her head. “It said on the bottle not to take these on an empty stomach. We need to get some food in you.” Great , so she c ould puke on him again.
    “I was just going to throw together a salad , ” s he lied. She was really going to devour another cheesecake or something chocolate. Anything but salad.
    “Why don’t you lie down and I’ll make you a salad. What do you want on it?”
    Oh , how about whip cream and you shirtless and…
    “Oh , that’s o kay. I’ve already taken up enough of your time…”
    “Nonsense,” he interrupted. “Now just relax and let me feed you.”
    “I’ll help. Or at least keep you company and show you where everything is.” She stood and started to the kitchen. He fell into step behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back as if he was trying to steady her. Just friendly contact she told her hormones. Nothing to get excited about.
    He went to the sink to wash his hands while Megan dug around in the refrigerator pulling out vegetables. He found the knife and cutting board in the dish drainer and began rummaging through the cupboards. He caught Megan watching him.
    “Vegetable drainer?” he asked and she retrieved it for him and watched as he began putting the veggies in it. He had such masculine hands , yet he seemed to move so gracefully in her kitchen. He moved the bowl to the sink, turned on the water, and reached for the sprayer.
    “NO ! ” Megan shouted just as he pushed the trigger on the sprayer that had been broken for over two years. Tom jumped back at her shriek while the sprayer shot around in the sink like a tornado drenching everything in its path with water. “It’s broken,” s he said . “The lever thingy sticks and it gets water all over everything.” Including Tom in his tight shirt which now was stuck to his bulging chest outlining every hard muscle and curve.
    “I see that.” He flipped the water lever off and offered her a dish towel to dry her face with.
    “I’m so sorry, Tom. First I puke on you and then this. If you were sane you’d get out of here quick before something else drastic happens.”
    “This isn’t drastic, Megan.” He closed the space between them. “It’ll dry. Can I use your dryer?”
    She nodded , too embarrassed to speak. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, giving her an erotic view of his chiseled chest , now glistening from the water. Megan took a step back and applied the ice pack to her crotch.
    Tom grinned and held up his shirt.
    “The dryer. Right.” She led him into the pantry where he tossed his shirt in the dryer and hit start. He then went back to the kitchen and began preparing the vegetables.
    Megan stood in the pantry contemplating the possibility of drowning herself in the washer. Convinced that her thighs were too big to fit in there she rejoined him in the kitchen and sat down at the table casually letting the icepack find its way back to her crotch. Good Lord, she was losing it.
    “…I wish I could change your mind about the gym,” he was saying. “I’d love to see you come