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got to know him? Would she love his band for
a week and then start searching for the next big thing?
    It was nine o’clock on the dot. She
felt cross-eyed, glancing down at the printed words on the page of her textbook
and the hand-written words in her note book. Break time hadn’t come a moment
too soon. 
    Picking up last night’s tea mug, she
hopped up off the floor and nearly tripped on the paperback by her door. Oh
yeah . Not only had she forgotten her plan to lend the book to Stacy’s dad,
she’d forgotten Stacy’s dad was even at their house. Stacy spent enough
evenings vegging in front of the TV—it could just as easily have been her out
there.
    When Savannah stepped out of her
bedroom, she very nearly jumped back in. She couldn’t stop herself from
reacting audibly when she caught sight of a topless Eric in the middle of the
living space. When she gasped, he looked up and met her gaze straight on. The
look on his face matched the expression she figured must be painted across
hers—your average ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, throwing a
white T-shirt over his head. “Sorry, I just wanted to get out of my suit. You’d
been holed up in your room so long I thought…”
    “Nine o’clock tea break,” she
interrupted. She tried to be subtle as she gazed over the back of the couch to
see if he was wearing any pants. He was. “If you want, you can change in my
bedroom while I put the kettle on.”
    “Uhh…” He blinked a few times, but she
couldn’t read his expression. “Yeah, I can do that. Whatever makes you most
comfortable.”
    Or least uncomfortable.
    “For sure,” she said with an organic
smile. “Just watch my papers and stuff. I study on the floor.”
    He smiled too, though he gave her a
teasing look as he walked by the kitchen with plaid pyjama pants in hand. Was
it so strange to study on the floor? Not that she cared much what other
people thought. She took her bag of chocolate chip cookies down from the
cupboard and set a few out on a plate as she waited for the water to boil. What
did Stacy’s dad think of her, she wondered. Did he know she’d kept her marks
high enough to maintain her scholarship even into third year? Did Stacy talk
about her roommate at all with her parents, or was Savannah only part of the
furniture? At least being classified as ‘furniture’ was better than being seen
as the roommate from hell, which she knew she wasn’t. She was quiet and kept to
herself, but she was sociable too. After all, Stacy was her best friend. But
there were limitations on everything, as far as Savannah was concerned. Even if
you get along great with your roommate, you don’t want to spend every waking
hour with her.
    And then Savannah thought about her
space—her room. Eric was in there now. How long did it take to change from
dress pants into pyjama pants? He must be in there perusing her bookshelf and
looking at her knick-knacks. A tingle of excitement ran through her at the
thought of him picking up the little stuffed dog on her pillow and feeling how
soft its fur was, or finding the secret romance stashed under her bed.
    Eric emerged from Savannah’s bedroom
just as the electric kettle clicked off. She nearly poured boiling water all
over herself when he walked by holding his suit pants in one hand and dark grey
jockey-boxers in the other. It wasn’t just the fact that she could see his underwear, it was also the fact that if his underwear was in his hand, that
meant he wasn’t wearing it.
    “Thanks,” Eric said to her, nodding as
he folded his pants over the back of Stacy’s chair. “Nice to have a moment of
privacy.”
    “No probs. I made you a cup of tea.
How do you take it?”
    He sat down heavily on the couch in
his plain flannel pants and white T-shirt—and probably no underwear! “Oh,
thanks. That’s sweet of you. I just take a little milk if you have it.”
    “For sure,” she replied, still
watching him as she opened