"Hey Jacob." Clara yawned. "Now that we're one week official and everything, do you want a key? I kind of want to sleep through 9 am, but I'm stuck letting you in."
"Clara, I'm practically a stranger."
"A stranger who's been spending twelve hours a day in my house, alone with me. If you wanted to murder me, I would be dead."
"What if I just wanted to steal?"
"I don't think you have it in you."
"Fine. Give me the key."
He slipped the key into his pocket, then noticed he was already behind in his countdown. He nodded towards the couch and Clara had just enough time to flop down on it before filming started.
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RomanceClara Alderson was just an ordinary English major. She had some good friends, some bad grades and some wild memories. What she didn't have was more of a problem: money. Her parents had always warned her there were no jobs for English majors, and it...
