I Wanna Text You Up (Texting, #2)

by Teagan Hunter

He’s my best friend’s ex-boyfriend, for fuck’s sake. That can’t happen. It’s girl code rule one—you don’t date or sleep with someone your best friend did.

There’s something so sexy about a guy in sweats with bare feet. It reminds me of a rainy Sunday afternoon spent in bed…which is exactly where I’d like to be right now.

“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. If I’m not careful, he’ll reel me all the way in. There’s no turning back from that.

I want to get to know him more, and that’s how I get to know people—I flirt. It’s who I am, and I’ve never been ashamed of that. Flirting is harmless…right?

We don’t talk. We don’t move. We don’t overthink the position we’re in. We lie there, together. Because deep down, we both know there’s no denying the attraction between us. And there’s no denying we can’t do anything about it.

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

I want to feel bad for liking him, for wanting to spend time with him, but it’s so hard when he makes me feel the way he does. When he kisses me, my whole world is full of color. He makes me feel the way a blank canvas does: excited and nervous and ready for something new.

I don’t know what’s worse: that I want him to devour me, or that I’d let him. Caleb Mills is going to be the death of me.

“You.” The grin he gives me makes my knees knock together. Such a simple word, and yet it’s filled to the brim with affection. Caleb’s smitten with me, and I can sure as hell tell him the feeling is mutual.

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

“Zohanna.” It’s all he says. My name, whispered. And I fall so hard for him.

“I’m going to marry the shit out of you one day, Zoe. Just wait.”