Peter Cabot Gets Lost (The Cabots, #2)

by Cat Sebastian

Only he must have miscalculated, because now his hand was on the back of Caleb’s neck, touching the fine short hairs there, his fingers wrapping around to the soft skin of the other side, feeling the pulse beneath his fingertips. He went totally still in some combination of horror and embarrassment and weird, misplaced arousal, and he felt Caleb go equally still. He wanted to look over and see what Caleb’s face was doing, but he needed to keep his eyes on the road, so he let himself imagine how confused and disdainful Caleb must look. But then Caleb relaxed under Peter’s hand, sort of softened into the touch, until Peter’s arm was almost around Caleb’s shoulders. It felt so right to be touching him like that, while also somehow feeling new and strange and terrifying. When Peter finally pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, he was reluctant to take his arm away.