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You mean I can’t put my Lik-A-Stix in your Fun Dip? Open the gates of Mordor with Gandalf’s staff? Slytherin to your Chamber of Secrets? Put my email in your spam folder?
“And how does one look like an Edward?” Zach asks. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Pale and constipated looking?” Delia gasps and smacks at his arm. “How dare you! He was trying to resist her scent!”
“I think I hate you.” “You wish you hated me.” And I wish I didn’t want to pull that ball cap from your head and press my lips to yours.
“I don’t argue. I tactfully sway your opinions in my favor.” “So you argue until you get your way.” “Sure, if that’s how you want to see it.”
Caleb: You are such a liar. You could never hate me. Even when I’m at my worst, you won’t be able to truly hate me. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you were checking me out…if you promise not to tell anyone I was checking you out too. Caleb: P.S. THAT’S how you flirt.
The blanket smells like him, like warmth and comfort and Caleb all wrapped in one. It’s so…cozy, but I’m not about to tell him that.
Caleb’s an enigma through and through.
“Your cat has three beds. Explain that.” He lifts a shoulder. “Mittens has a bed-hoarding problem. He’s in therapy for it. Don’t judge him.”
“I can’t imagine anyone not wanting you.” “Does that include you?” I tease. “That includes me.”
“He’s not much into dancing, and he’s also not my boyfriend.” He motions his head over to the bar. “Does he know that?”
It’s not long before a set of hands lands on my hips. I don’t have to turn around to know it’s Caleb; I know his warmth, his scent. “I thought you didn’t dance,” I say to him over my shoulder, not halting my movements. He drags me back until I’m resting against him. “I don’t.” “Then what’s this?” “Swaying.”
“Hey, uh, Caleb?” “Yep?” “Is that your dick poking me or your phone?” He presses his lips together, trying his hardest to hold in his laughter. “That would be my dick, Zoe.” “Oh.”
“I’m not sorry about kissing you.” “Me either,” I whisper.
Caleb Mills is hot. Caleb Mills in a baseball cap? Hotter. Caleb Mills coaching baseball? Holy shit, hold my panties.
“I said cooking. You can still bake. You’re somehow actually good at that.” “It’s because there are directions and timers and love involved. Baking is a labor of love!” “Okay, grandma, calm down. I’ll remake the sauce, but you need to keep your distance. I don’t know what kind of voodoo you’re up to, but there will be none of that in my kitchen.”
“Zoe?” he says breathlessly. “Yeah?” “Move.” “Huh?” “You need to move or I’m going to kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before. I’m going to run my hands all over your body until you’re writhing beneath me in absolute want. Then I’ll devour you, and I don’t think either of us are ready to take that step just yet.” He swallows thickly. “So, please…move.”
Caleb Mills is going to be the death of me.
Me: What? I Wanna Sex You Up is a classic! Caleb: Hey, Zoe? Me: Yeah? Caleb: I wanna TEXT you up. ;-)
Me: Hate you. Caleb: Liar.
Caleb: Keep it up and I’ll make you sleep on the couch. Me: Did you just threaten to kick me out of my own bed? Caleb: It’s OUR bed.
“Zoe?” “Yeah?” “I’m real glad you’re my girlfriend now.” “Me too, Caleb. Me too.”
“You’re not so one-dimensional, Caleb, and you kind of rock my world because of it.”
“For what it’s worth, Zoe, you rock my world too.”
“Zohanna.” It’s all he says. My name, whispered. And I fall so hard for him.
“I’ve about run out of fucks to give.”
“I like it when you say words like our future.”
“Now strip.” “Excuse me?” “Did you fart?” He falls into a fit of laughter. “I’m going to regret teaching you that, I just know it.” I snap my fingers. “I don’t see any stripping.” “Are you being serious?” “As a fucking heart attack.”
“I told you, I’m done running back to them. I’m here now. They don’t have any hold over me anymore. I want this life, with you. I want to be here, to be your boyfriend, your roommate. Just…yours, here, now.”
“I’m going to marry the shit out of you one day, Zoe. Just wait.”
“You’re so annoying.” He grins down at me. “But you love me.” I can’t help the smile I return. “But I love you.”
