For example, I was in no way distracted when he answered his door shirtless one evening. My eyes managed to remain firmly planted on his face the entire time. Nope. I was completely friend-like. So what if I might have had a dream about him one time, or four? And maybe one of them involved a steamy kiss and a declaration of love in the middle of a rainstorm while he was wearing a hard hat and a tool belt. But it wasn’t like I stared at him a little too long when he dropped off Lilah that Wednesday night. I played it all totally cool.
