Close Quarters

But his hands spread on my belly, and that's what tips me off that this is different. This doesn't feel like one of those accidental brushing of arms in the hallway, the ones I've been telling myself to stop obsessing over. It doesn't feel like that time I tripped over my computer cord and almost stumbled into his lap, and it doesn't feel like him gently holding my wrist to check how badly I burned my thumb while cooking on the stove. This feels . . . "Bryson?"
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Chrystal Anders has never had good luck so when she's gifted half a house in DC a block or two away from her new job her DREAM job she knows something has to go horrifically wrong for her. 'Horrifically wrong' turns out to be her new roommate.