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but the rest of Jesse stayed still, inappropriately, wonderfully close.
    “Besides, I’m gonna be busy,” Kit choked out, unable to stop himself. “I’m moving at the end of next week.”
    “Moving?” Jesse stayed close, and Kit managed to nod. Those wonderful hands—and the cold medicine, and the craptastical night’s sleep—were beginning to take their toll all over again. Kit felt another nap coming on.
    “Out of my mother’s house and into my own.” Kit was so tired. His head dropped, and he put his arms up on the desk, disregarding the crumbs from lunch, and rested it there. He couldn’t remember feeling so… so… so safe in his entire life.
    “Wow,” Jesse breathed. “When did you decide to do that?”
    “I should wake up,” he mumbled. Kit was almost asleep, and lunch hour was over, and that was easier to say than When I saw you play basketball and wanted to touch you .
    “I’ll watch the door for you while you nap some more. A little more sleep and you’ll be all better.” The words were real. Kit was Amy Lane

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    pretty sure the words were real—but he must have imagined the kiss in his hair.

    Amy Lane

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    Age and Inexperience

    THEY didn’t talk about the backrub.
    Kit was unsure how to bring it up.
    Hey, I know I’m an overweight loser who still lives with his mother, but, uhm, you touched me, and I’m probably making a big deal out of this because I haven’t been touched since I was, like, in day care, but I’m thinking that it was a special, very awesome sort of touch, but you’re beautiful, and you bring me soup, and you love the one thing that’s kept me sane as a thirty-year-old virgin, and I can’t help wondering if maybe you’re not straight and maybe, just maybe, you like me a little.
    And please don’t sue me for sexual harassment.
    That last line was the kicker right there.
    Kit was pretty sure that if Jesse was actually Jessie-short-for-Jessica, he might be able to bumble his way through a your job does not depend on this, I swear come-on. It would suck, and Jessie-short-for-Jessica would probably quit out of sheer embarrassment, but he could do it.
    But coming on to a male assistant, one he’d done all but bare his heart to? Uhm, no.
    He slept for an hour that day, and when he woke up, he rubbed his face, reflected that, hot damn! Did he feel better!, brushed the crumbs off his desk, and went back to work. Jesse Amy Lane

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    left before he did (per usual) with not much more than a wave and a “Hope you feel better, boss!” and Kit didn’t have much of a chance to do more than wave back and say “Thank you!” before he disappeared down the sterile beige hallway.
    The next day, it had been business as usual—he’d tried to insist that he pay for both their lunches, since Jesse had sprung the day before, but Jesse had simply shaken his head and smiled.
    “No—and we’re not eating out. Here. I brought us something.”
    He’d proceeded to produce two chicken sandwiches—the kind made with chicken breasts and tomatoes and lettuce and pickles, on plain old wheat bread—and Kit had almost wept.
    “These are really good!”
    “Yeah—and they’re pretty low-cal. The chicken’s easy to cook….” And he’d proceeded to write the recipe down for Kit.
    Kit said, “Oh crap! I have to buy pots and pans and shit!”
    Jesse smiled a little. “That didn’t occur to you until just now?”
    Kit’s blush covered his entire body. He was going to have to explain this now, or at least part of it. “I’m having all my furniture delivered new. All I have to move is my clothes and some other stuff. It’ll probably fit in my car. I hadn’t thought about cooking stuff—I guess I should have.”
    “Okay—man, I haven’t wanted to pry, but that’s just…
    uhm….”
    The blush got worse. Jesse was furrowing his perfect brow at him, and Kit could only stammer through the