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She called Jay as soon as she got home. She knew it wasn't the best time to be calling the person who had caused the argument between her and Emily, but she didn't blame him for assuming a false fact that she had never corrected. It had made her feel guilty since she'd said it, but it was too late; she couldn't fix the problem. Emily was angry and she had a right to be. But their politics presentation was due in less than a week and she needed time to prepare with James. He had asked her to meet him at a cafe near his home; she didn't want to say no as she'd already let him down once. On the phone they'd talked for a while about life, about college and when he asked her about Emily she changed the subject. But the more they talked the more she wanted to talk and the least thrilled she became at the thought of saying goodbye.

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He was sat in the window when she arrived, she could see his eyes focused on the book in his hands, a mug of tea or coffee beside him. She took a deep breath, watching him from the outside. It felt stalkerish, but she wasn't ready to walk inside, not just yet. She watched him run his fingers through his mess of hair and it left her feeling weak at the knees. The piece of paper in her hands, the leadership workshop information, brought her back to earth with a bang; remembering the girl who gave it to her in the first place. She was still lost in her thoughts when Jay looked up from his book and signalled for her to join him.

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She replayed the incident with Emily in her mind while she waited for Jay to return to the table with her drink. It wasn't easy to forget what had happened, or even deny that it happened at all. When he returned she felt weak and a mess. He took his seat opposite her and rested a hand on her shoulder, a look of sympathy in his eyes.

"I hope you managed to sort things out with your friend," he spoke with such earnest that Naomi wondered how much he really cared.

She nodded, unable to speak through fear her words would become tears. But she didn't need to when Jay quickly moved on to their presentation. She tried to focus but her shoulder tingled where he'd touched her and goose bumps covered her arms when she thought about his soft touch. She found herself staring at his lips as they moved, wondering what they'd taste like, what they'd feel like. They looked so kissable and the thought of the kiss they'd shared in her dreams left her wanting to kiss him for real. But he quickly pulled her out of her reverie when he asked her a question. She pushed her irrational thoughts aside and focused on the presentation. She didn't want to fail the assignment after all.

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Naomi was surprised by how much they managed to achieve sat in a noisy café on a Saturday afternoon. But after three coffee's and two slices of cake each, they left feeling successful having achieved everything they needed to. His laugh still echoed in her ears as they walked down the street towards her house. He had such a good sense of humour and Naomi couldn't believe how much she had laughed in the space of only a few hours. It felt comfortable to be walking beside him, to have his arm brush against hers as they walked slightly too close together. She trusted him. She liked him.

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James stopped on the corner of Naomi's road. She barely had time to think when Jay rested two hands around her cheeks and pushed his lips against hers. Her body shook under his touch, a shiver passing from head to toe in seconds. The soft touch of his lips were everything she had dreamed about and everything she had feared. His scent entered her nose and filled her body with exhaustion and aching. Naomi opened her eyes and took a step back from him. He frowned as she closed her eyes again, letting a couple of tears slip from her lids.

"Fuck, I can't do this," she moaned.

"It was just a kiss," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

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She melted under his touch, letting the warmth of his body envelope her, comforting her when her tears were so full of guilt. She didn't deserve him. He didn't deserve her; he deserved better. As did Emily. Naomi couldn't help but feel lost in her own thoughts, a mixture of right and wrong colliding with her body's desire and her heart's pull.

"I'm sorry," Naomi cried, pushing his arms away from her body and shaking her head. She could feel his eyes burning a hole into the top of her head while she stared at her shoes. After a slight sniff, she lifted her head up again and bit her lip.

"If this is about that thing with your friend, it will be okay, friends fight all the time," Jay informed her, pulling one of her hands up until he could grasp it fully. Naomi nodded in silence.

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She let their hands continue to meet in between them. Friends fight all the time. He was right. But girlfriends didn't. Sure there were arguments, disagreements, but not this. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong to stand so close to someone and to feel so strongly when they weren't the person you were supposed to be with. He was a boy, she was a girl. If it had been a year earlier she would have accepted her feelings and accepted him into her life as far as her insecurities would have allowed. But she stood on the corner of her street, in a place she'd spent many moments with Emily, betraying the only person she had ever openly loved and the only person to openly love her back.

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