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by glancing over, while at the same time part of you felt like jumping right into his lap. That was really annoying feeling.
    Maybe you should stop staring at his chest, like you’ve never seen shirtless man before!
    I quickly looked over at a box of cereal on the counter, but then only shook my head and poured some milk into a glass. Even though I’d felt like I could eat a horse a few minutes earlier, my appetite was suddenly gone.
    “Is that what you call breakfast?”
    ”You have a problem with that?” I turned and found Alex studying me over the top of his newspaper
    “You can’t just have milk for breakfast. Make a sandwich or eat some fruit.”
    “And when did I hire you as my nutritionist?”
    Hands on hips, I lowered my eyebrows and gave him a seriously dark look. Ignoring the sarcasm in my voice, he only shrugged and went back to reading the news.
    “You're not getting out of here till you eat some real food.”
    “Really? Just watch me.”
    I brought the glass down on the counter with a bang and turned to leave, but Alex was too fast and in two strides he filled the doorway, barring my way with both hands on the frame.
    “Get out of my way or you'll regret it .” I hissed, remotely aware of how dumb it must sound.
    When he only shook his head and gestured with his eyes towards the table, I made an angry grab for one of his arms and pulled with all my strength. It w as no good, of course. Alex only stood there, towering over me as usual.
    “ Back off!”
    “ No.”
    “I can’t believe this. ”
    I took a step back, let out a cry and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter.
    “Satisfied?” I started waving the banana under his nose
    Saying nothing, Alex just nodded once, returned to his chair and continued reading his paper. It was as though nothing had happened.
    “Control freak !” I shouted in his direction and marched off to my room.
    Muttering under my breath, I picked up the books that lay strewn across the floor and stuffed them into the bag. I didn’t lose much time in quickly making up my face, tying back my hair and putting some silver hoops in my ears. Still in the process of fastening the left one, I stormed back out of the bedroom.
    “You ready?” Alex asked me when I walked into the hall.
    Although he’d managed to get fully dressed this time, he obviously hadn’t seen fit to find anything decent to wear. Despite what lay in store, he’d just put on a black t-shirt with the name of some band printed on the back. I thought he’d have at least covered up his tattoos, but no, and I really hoped that they won’t let him in the university building in that outfit.
    “That’s interesting...” he muttered and leaned toward me.
    Reaching out, he took the heavy silver pendant hanging around my neck in his hand and started studying its engravings from different angles.
    “Don’t touch that! ”
    Frowning at him with menace, I quickly snatched it from his hand and tucked it under my shirt. The pendant was the last gift my mother had given to me, and I was never without it, except when I slept, and then it was on my bedside table.
    Sighing, Alex picke d his keys up from the dresser and left the apartment in silence, apparently expecting me to follow.
     
    Coming out of the dark building, bright sunlight hurt my eyes and I had to lift one hand to shield them. It took a few moments to adjust to the light, but when I did I could only stand there, stunned.
    “You gotta be kidding me...”
    “What do you mean?” Alex asked , kicking the stand up on a big black motorcycle parked close by.
    “You don’t think we’re going on that?”
    “That’s exactly what I had in mind. Why? Are you scared, maybe?”
    I sized up the huge machine and decided it didn’t look safe at all. Was I scared? No, I was terrified .
    “ Don’t be ridiculous.” I smirked, feeling a lump forming in my throat.
    Stubborn to the last, I cautiously climbed behind him and started looking around for