Jared exited his dorm room and found Katy in a precarious situation. She was standing on one of the wooden chairs from the common area, stretching to hang the upper left corner of a banner that said “FALL MIXER.” She was just a little too short to reach the beam she was trying to affix it to, and Jared noticed, mixed in with his concern for her safety, that you could see a hint of her perfectly white midriff, soft yet slender. Katy’s foot slipped and she let out a shriek. Jared, instincts taking over, sprinted forward and tried to catch her as she fell. Since they both the same size—Jared being shrimpy for a man of 20—he managed less a catch and more a cushioning. They fell to the ground, limbs tangled, and Jared, embarrassed, immediately extracted himself and and stepped backwards. “Oh my God, you saved my life,” Katy said in her warm, gentle voice. Jared blushed. “It was nothing,” he replied, averting his eyes. “No, I’m serious, I, like, could have died,” she ran a hand
