“Perfect, change into it and meet me outside.” Caleb makes his way outside the tent, practically diving at the door’s zipper. “You can stay here while I change, Cay…” I reach into the bottom of my pack for my swimsuit. “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” I tease. Caleb raises a brow in my direction, then shakes his head as if I cluelessly misspoke. “You have no idea, do you?” “What?” I half-say, half-scoff. He drops his hand from the zipper’s pull and places his forearm over his bent knee before he flexes his fingers. God, I love his hands. “I’m trying to be a good boy, Linwood.”
