‘Move over. Let me see how bad it is.’ His tone noticeably softens, and the heavy exhale he exudes calms my anger at him. He comes around the table, and I lean away as he towers over my right shoulder to bend down and look at what’s in front of me. Smelling heavily of body spray and shower gel, I can see this close his hair is still damp. I try to ignore his apparent effects on me physically, as my insides clench and tingle, and I tell myself that a sexual attraction is fine. I know ...