I Wanna Text You Up (Texting, #2)

by Teagan Hunter

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?

“I don’t argue. I tactfully sway your opinions in my favor.”

There’s something about Caleb that’s magnetic, enticing me closer with each passing moment.

Caleb Mills is hot. Caleb Mills in a baseball cap? Hotter. Caleb Mills coaching baseball? Holy shit, hold my panties.

“Come on, let’s be all romantic and shit.” “You can’t say things like ‘and shit’ and expect to still come off as romantic,”

“I don’t think you’re a fake, Caleb. Where you’re from? That’s not you. Your dreams, your goals, those aspirations you hold so dear to your heart? Those are you. The rest of it only defines you as much as you let it.”

“I see you in so many different ways. I see those sad, unsure parts of you. I know there’s a string tethering you to your old life that you can’t seem to break, but I also see the dreamer, the boy next door. I see the third baseman, the nice guy, the amazing friend and supportive shoulder to lean on.”

You were kind and fierce and loyal and so…there, you know? You dropped everything. You raced to the rescue, and not just because you felt you had to, because you wanted to. You stepped up and got dirty when you needed to. I really respected and admired that.”

“You’re not so one-dimensional, Caleb, and you kind of rock my world because of it.”