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He seemed to understand without me telling him that it was too much. He rolled me over onto my belly and straddled me.
“Caleb…”
“Shh.” He dragged the cotton over my back and gently wiped me down before pressing a light kiss between my shoulder blades. “Let me cook you breakfast.”
“Breakfast?”
“It’s my specialty.”
I stacked my arms under my head. “I bet it is.”
“It’s the least I can do.”
“It’s not porridge, is it?”
He laughed. “No. That Goldilocks thing is going to be drilled into the ground, isn’t it?”
I grinned. “Yep.”
“Come to my place. You probably don’t have the stuff I need.”
I looked over my shoulder. “Planned this all along, teach?”
“Nah. I’m just really good at one thing, so I always have it on hand.”
“All right.” My stomach growled at the thought. “Obviously, that sounds good. Let me take a shower and I’ll be over.”
He hopped off my bed. “Great.” He swiped his clothes off the floor and headed out.
“Caleb,” I called after him.
He came back in. “Yeah?”
Goddess, he was adorable. His curls were back and shagged around his angular face. And he was unapologetically naked. To be truthful, he should have no qualms about it. He took care of himself and I enjoyed looking at him.
“Put your clothes on. I’m the only one who’s going to see you naked for however long we do this.”
I wasn’t sure what made me say that. Exclusivity wasn’t exactly my style. I didn’t exactly bed hop, but he didn’t owe me anything.
Instead, he gave me a wide smile. “I like the sound of that.”
Then he was gone.
I tugged my pillow under my head—the one that now smelled like a mixture of Caleb and I.
Goddess save me, I liked the sound of it too.
Seven
A recent move was a blessing in disguise. My place was still pristine since I’d cleaned everything before putting my stuff into it. It had been in good shape when I moved in—Forrester was no joke on the classy digs—but it was still a construction zone and a fine layer of dust had been on everything.
I rushed through my apartment, stripping off my cargos as I went. I hadn’t bothered dressing since I was right across from Luna’s place. At least I’d made sure the coast was clear first. I wasn’t sure how Luna felt about letting others know we were getting naked together.
She seemed cool about it, but post-orgasmic bliss was a precarious place. It could go very wrong, very fast.
I tossed my dirty laundry in my basket and rushed into the shower. Being the middle child had made me a pro at the seven-minute shower. Because there was hell to pay if I’d stolen all the hot water before my sister got her chance in the bathroom.
My antibiotics must have been kicking in because my toe barely hurt, but it was still nasty enough to require a Band-Aid. Evidently, the only Band-Aids I had were pink princess ones—thanks, Rhiannon—but it would have to do.
