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“I wanna go out.”
“How out is out?”
Caelan shrugs and drapes himself over my shoulders. “Elias is working on sorting out a bunch of paperwork shit, and I’m bored. We could go to, like, a club or something. Dance. Have a few drinks. Whatever.”
I hum in consideration. Clubs, bars, those sorts of things have never really been my scene. Theoretically, it sounds fun. Music, dancing, and drinking, all of those separately, I have no problem with. It’s more the issue of the company. To let my hair down and enjoy the experience, I’d need to be there with people I’m close to, who I could relax with and have fun around. Meeting strangers holds no appeal to me, even though I know some would contest that’s part of the point. Different people enjoy different aspects, I suppose. In any case, that’s why I’ve never tended to go out to places like that. Because, really, who would I even go with?
Caelan. I’d go with Caelan, apparently.
Turning the idea over in my mind, it certainly holds some appeal.I would like to dance with him and have a chance to just kick back.
“I don’t want to be out all night, but… okay. I think I’d like that, if it’s with you.”
Caelan grins. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He kisses me again, something triumphant and heated in his eyes.
I laugh quietly as he finally pulls away. “Just, don’t make a scene or anything?” I request.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Nothing that would get Elias pissed at us.”
Caelan cackles at that. “Aww, but that’s the most fun of all.” He’s only teasing, I can tell. I do believe he wouldn’t go out of his way to cause trouble, but by his nature, Caelan tends to be chaotic.
“Behave,” I say. “I have to live here and don’t want any locals pissed off at me.”
“That’s fair. Promise I won’t cause trouble for you.”
I only shake my head, grinning to myself. I push Caelan back toward the bed, and he obligingly sprawls onto it, resting on his elbows as I straddle him. His expression is very interested.
I splay my hand out over his chest. “Stay here. I just need a quick shower, then I’ll change, and we can go.”
“Sounds fuckin’ good to me,” Caelan agrees. I clamber back off him, and he lays back with his hands behind his head to watch as I flit around the room.
I quickly toss my bag somewhere more sensible and rummage through my wardrobe for something to wear. Again, going out clubbing isn’t really something Ido. I don’t have any outfits planned for occasions like this. I don’t want to wear anything that might get me too much attention, but at the same time, I very much wantCaelan’sattention.
It’s funny. I’ve never been one for making too much of an effort on my appearance before. I wear what I feel like. Often, it’s just jeans and T-shirt, but I’m not above being dramatic and going for a low-key goth or punk aesthetic just because the look appeals to me personally. Now that I have someone I want to look nice for, I love the idea of dressing up for them.
“Dammit. What d’you think I should wear?” I ask Caelan. I’m not making any progress at all.
He shrugs. “Whatever you want to.”
“Is this skirt too short?” I hold up a high-waisted, pleated skirt that doesn’t cover all that much of my thighs.
Caelan tilts his head, looking at the skirt, then at me. “Shan, why are you asking me? If you ain’t comfortable with it, it’s too short. I’m not gonna dictate that kinda shit for you.” He pauses. “You’d look hot in it, though.”
The flattery makes me grin. “Yeah, that’s why I want to wear it for you.” I put the skirt aside and continue rummaging for something to wear with it. “I just didn’t know if you’d, I don’t know, get jealous or whatever?”
Caelan snorts. “Nah, that’s more Elias’ thing. All possessive and that bullshit.”
I laugh. Caelan’s not wrong.
“He’s doing his best,” I defend.
“You know,” he says, and there’s something suddenly serious in Caelan’s tone. “He actually is.”
