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For the next hour, I let her play dress up with me, like I was now her Malibu Barbie. Before I knew it, I was wearing a skin tight black dress that accentuated all the curves of my body. Despite not wearing outfits like this often, I loved the dress. It was soft and sexy. Something I wouldn’t normally wear, making a mental note to buy a few for myself.
By the time we walked into the party, it was packed to the brim with people. Booze was flowing loosely. I could smell the tequila instantly filling my senses.
Tessa had to handle a couple sorority things, leaving me close to the bar alone. It was surrounded by people, but I tried to make my way through. It was easier said than done.
It wasn’t until someone shouted, “Smile!” that I abruptly turned around and slammed into a hard, rigid torso.
My hands flew out in front of me and landed right on his chest.
“Oh shit,” I exclaimed, looking up at him. “I’m so sorry.”
It was only then that I locked stares with enticing hazel eyes. I’d never seen an eye color quite like his before. They were mesmerizing, luring me in without even trying.
“This is great! Get together, you two!”
Our gazes shifted toward the same voice that made me bump into him in the first place. Feeling shy, my cheeks blushed with heat.
“Caleb, pull her toward you!”
He glanced over at me, grinning, taking in my flushed expression.
“Can I?”
Oh my God. Even his voice was dark and dreamy.
“Can you what?” I blurted, instantly feeling like an idiot.
He smiled, showing off his perfectly straight white teeth.
I wonder if he wore braces?
“Can I grab you?”
“Grab me?”
He nodded toward the cameraman.
“Oh, right! Yes, sure, I mean, of course, you can grope me.” I shook my head, dumbfounded at how ridiculous I was being. “I mean, of course, you can grab me.”
He chuckled and reached around my stomach. In one strong hold, he tugged my body into the crevice of his arm, right against his muscular chest.
I gasped slightly, not expecting him to be so forward. He didn’t let me go either. His hand stayed firmly grasped on my hip. I had no idea what to do with my own, as it awkwardly hung in front of us.
The scent of his whiskey breath assaulted my personal space as he leaned over into my ear and whispered, “You can grab me too, but I could go for the groping as well.”
I faintly chuckled, getting lost in the sound of his voice. I couldn’t move—I was barely breathing. When I didn’t react fast enough, he grabbed my hand and laid it on his chest.
“Perfect!” the cameraman hollered, snapping a polaroid of us.
The flash brought my attention back to the cameraman, but it was too late. He’d already taken the photo.
“Here you go,” he said, handing me the picture.
The image came into focus, revealing a handsome-looking Caleb, smiling directly at the camera, while I stared up at him all doe-eyed and infatuated. You could see it clear as day.
“Ugh,” I groaned, feeling embarrassed. “That’s a horrible photo.”
Caleb snatched it out of my grasp, stating, “It’s mine now.”
