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There are only inches between his body and mine, and his presence is so overwhelming I can smell his cologne and make out the gold flecks in his eyes.
I don’t bother fighting back, and maybe he expects me to. But this fucker isn’t going to really hurt me. He’s just trying to intimidate me; if we’re honest, I love it. Makes me feel alive.
“Tell me exactly what happened,” he says in a deep grumble.
“Can you let go of my throat?” I ask.
“No.”
“Fine,” I reply with a smirk. “But you should be careful. I normally get turned on by this sort of thing.”
I expect him to react, but he doesn’t. Instead, his eyes narrow and he glares at me expectantly.
“I kissed her, and she let me. That’s all. The second things got too heated, she freaked out and pushed me away.”
Caleb’s expression turns contemplative, lips pressed together tightly. “You made the move, and she turned you down.”
I let out a chuckle. “She wanted it.”
“Clearly not,” Caleb replies. The hold around my neck loosens, but his body still has me pinned against the wall.
“Believe what you want,” I say with a chuckle.
My hand is on his chest, and my attempt to shove him is futile. He doesn’t budge an inch. Instead, his body only crowds mine more. That’s when I feel a bulge in his pants that makes my eyes widen.
He freezes.
At first, I think it is his dick, but I shift enough to tell that it’s not the right shape or place to be his cock. But he’s clearly uncomfortable anyway, which piques my interest.
“What is this?” I ask in a teasing tone.
We’re staring into each other’s eyes as I reach down to inspect what is currently pressed against my upper thigh. As my hand pats his pocket, he tries to pull away, but not before I can yank out whatever he’s hiding there.
The teasing grin on my face fades when I take in the familiar sight and feel of myownunderwear.
What the…fuck?
Almost immediately, my gaze snaps back up to his face. He’s still staring at me, his jaw tight and his eyes narrowed.
Isn’t he going to explain himself? Make up some stupid fucking story that explains why he would be stashing away my underwear? They got caught in the laundry together. He thought they were his own.Something.
But he doesn’t. He just stares at me. Almost as if…he wants me to know he has them for a reason.
Well, isn’t this an interesting new development?
Pressing my lips together, I ball the underwear in my fist as I take a silent step toward him. He starts to back up, but I wordlessly grab the belt of his pants, tugging him toward me.
Immediately, his hands go to my chest to push me away, but I don’t move to touch him again. I just shove the underwear back in his pocket.
Our eyes meet in a loaded gaze.
Then I release his belt and step away. He takes that as his sign to leave and does so quickly, making it to the door before he pauses and turns back toward me.
“If you hurt my wife, I’ll kill you,” he mutters quietly.
“Noted,” I reply, although he really didn’t need to tell me that. I have no intention of hurting anyone.
The door closes loudly as he leaves, and I’m left alone in my apartment. A smile pulls across my face as I let everything hit me at once. What the fuck just happened?
