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become.
     
                  “I’d love it if you’d come back with me,” he said sincerely.  Maybe he could get up early in the morning and do the homework or bring it to work with him and catch up on his lunch break.
     
                  But the next morning he and Kara were nearly late because she hopped into the shower with him and it took a lot longer for both of them to actually get clean. Then she surprised him with a few slices of pizza on his lunch break and before he knew it, he was getting his first zero on a homework assignment. He sighed and promised himself that he’d manage his time better. He knew he’d have to talk to Kara about it, but he dreaded doing it. He really didn’t want to take the chance of losing her.

Chapter Ten
     
                  “Hi!” Kara said, poking her head around the door to his office about a week later. “Want to have lunch today?”
     
                  Thomas gave her a smile and set aside his paperwork.
                 
                  “I really can’t,” he said to her surprise.
     
                  “What? You’re not seriously going to work through lunch are you?”
     
                  “This isn’t work,” he said. “This is homework. I’m a little bit behind in some of my classes.”
     
                  Even though it had been a little more than a week, he still hadn’t found a way to talk to her about managing his time better. He enjoyed being with her and the things they did together were always fun. She always had a new restaurant in mind, or a pretty place to show him, or something new to try in bed.
     
                  He swallowed hard when he remembered last night. He’d been trying to study when she’d knocked on his door. He’d opened it determined to finally talk with her and found her wearing a trench coat. In fact, she had been wearing only a trench coat. Thomas still couldn’t get the mental picture out of his head of the wicked grin she’d sent his way as she flashed him right in the hallway of the building.
     
                  “Classes?” Kara waved that away with a flick of her hand. “Can’t you catch up on that tonight?”
     
                  “I’m really far behind,” Thomas repeated. “I’m going to have to work on it tonight as well actually.”
     
                  “Come on,” she wheedled. “My craving for Indian food will not be abated.”
     
                  “You can have all the Indian food you want,” he said absently as he shuffled through his papers.
     
                  “It’s not fun to eat alone,” she argued as she twirled her hair around her finger.
     
                  He made a noncommittal noise and she sighed. He glanced up when she leaned over the desk and gave him her most convincing smile.
     
                  “Please, Thomas? How much can you get done in one little hour anyway?”
     
                  “Not much,” he said wryly. “Fine, let’s go get Indian food.”
     
                  She linked her arm with his and they walked out to lunch. When their food came Thomas took a deep breath.
     
                  “Kara,” he said seriously. “We need to talk.”
     
                  “What’s wrong?” she asked with her naan bread halfway to her lips.
     
                  “Nothing is wrong,” he hurried to reassure her. “It’s just that I’ve got a really big project coming up at work.”
     
                  “You don’t need my help or anything, right?” she asked, wondering where on earth he was going with this.
     
                  “No,” he replied with a small laugh. “It’s just that it’s very important and, on top of that, I’ve got my final exams coming