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good—except I’m still holding out for Lithuanian takeout.”
    “If there was a Lithuanian place within a fifty-mile radius, I’d know about it. Finding good takeout is my superpower. Well, it’s one of them anyway.”
    I glanced at him sideways. “What are the other ones?”
    “I’m hoping you’ll find out sometime.”
    I was kind of hoping I would, too.

Chapter Three

    I ONLY MANAGED to eat a slice and a half. Honestly, I wasn’t trying to fake a ladylike appetite in front of Luke. He’d seen me chow down on many kinds of food. But the pizza was just so filling.  
      Luke finished three slices as well as his beer. I went to the kitchenette and looked around. It definitely wasn’t stocked for hosting, but I was able to offer him soda or red wine. He chose the wine, and he cleared away the plates as I removed the cork.  
    I poured two glasses, embarrassed that all I could find in the cabinet were two standard-issue juice glasses. I brought them over to the bed, which seemed more intimate now that it was a bed again, not a makeshift table.  
    “Thanks,” Luke said, and clinked his glass to mine. “To your new job.” He took a sip and then set his glass on the nightstand next to the bed. Casually, he began unbuttoning his shirt.  
    I froze, unsure what to say, as his hands moved down his chest, undoing one button after another. While I certainly couldn’t complain at seeing more of his smooth, muscled chest, it all seemed so sudden. We hadn’t even been on a date yet. We hadn’t even kissed.  
    Luke glanced over and did a double-take at the shocked expression I must’ve been wearing. “Sorry! I wasn’t thinking.”  
    I forced my jaw closed and tried to act casual. “It’s fine, make yourself comfortable.” I moved to the other side of the bed and sat down, leaving a foot of neutral space between us.  
    Luke looked a little sheepish. “I know it’s stupid, but I always take off my shirt when I have something like red wine. They make us wear these damn button-downs, and they’re a bitch to clean when they get stained. And I hate ironing them, so I try to keep them wearable as long as possible.”  
    I laughed—it seemed like such a male attitude toward clothing. “Then why didn’t you take it off when you had the pizza?”  
    “Unlike this time, I stopped myself when I realized how it might look.”
    My gaze was drawn to the expanse of smooth, tan skin stretched over hard muscles. I sighed wishfully. “Actually, it looks pretty damn good.” This time, I was the one examining his face, unsure of how he would react. My brain and body were registering that this was the first time I’d truly been alone with this really sexy guy—one I liked a lot. I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. His friendship was far more important to me than anything physical. I’d never been the type to jump into bed with guys right away. Except that we were already in bed. Crap. Maybe I’d made a mistake.  
    But Luke smiled, and when he didn’t immediately jump my bones, I was relieved … mostly. Instead, he reached out and turned off the overhead light above the headboard. The glow from the TV seemed brighter as the rest of the room was cast in shadows. He was still watching me. When he held his arm out, I scooted next to him. His arm around my shoulder felt so good—warm, firm, and strong.  
    We watched the movie for a while, but I couldn’t keep my mind on the plot, not with Luke’s hard body pressed against my side. When I glanced toward him, I could still see his bare chest from when he’d started unbuttoning his shirt. I wished he’d undone it all the way. He was in really good shape, better than I would have expected. He must work out in the mornings before his classes.  
    Finally, Luke leaned over and kissed me lightly on the forehead. I turned my face up to his. Soft lips brushed against mine, a gentle tickle at first, and then a slightly more insistent