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Well? What do you think? — Jenna tilted her head slightly and tried to smile as she adjusted the thin chain wrapped around her thigh, its chill tickling her skin.
I swallowed hard, trying to look away from her cleavage, feeling that slow, inevitable tension building between my legs. But how—how the hell could I let myself feel that now, knowing that beneath the hot girl facade was the same nerd as me—Jeffrey fucking MacClever.
— Uh... well... — I started, not noticing how my hand reached for the collar of my t-shirt, as if pulling it would somehow shield me from everything happening right now.
Jenna—or rather, the person I had known just a week ago as Jeffrey MacClever, the awkward, stammering, poorly dressed geek from campus, but a decent guy deep down—was now standing across from me, leaning against the counter like this wasn't a comic book shop but... I don't even know, the set of Star Wars or something even filthier?
— At least say something, or I’ll start thinking I look like an idiot — she sighed, playing with the pendant on her hip. And that damn chain jingled.
I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Because...