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"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he says, moving the scissors away.
"We can't stay like this forever," I say.
"I can think of worse things."
CHAPTER3
CALEB
Did I say that out loud?
What kind of an asshole says something like that?
Though her hair is covering part of her face, I still see the blush on her cheeks. Mine flame as well.
"Um. Oh, I didn't mean. I guess," I stammer. "Oh geez. I'm really making things worse. I'm sorry."
She giggles nervously and her breath blows along the skin below my navel.
Damn. I'm fighting against the hard-on that's about to leap out of my pants and the situation just keeps getting worse.
Figures.
"Wait," I say. "I've got an idea." I pull my shirt from my waistband, unbutton it and then carefully slide out of it, turning so that I don't yank her hair or drag her across the room as I do so.
"There," I say, handing her my shirt.
Give her your pants too.
Shut up.
She straightens, holding my shirt close to her head but I notice her eyes scanning over my white T-shirt-clad chest and something resembling appreciation shows in her eyes. The corners of her mouth turn up seductively.
"Good idea, Caleb," she says. Her voice does nothing to quell the throbbing in my dick.
I pick up the scissors. "Do you want me to help you now? It's a little safer, I think."
Her eyes move from my chest up to my face and even with her weird hairstyle, she's adorable. Sexy. Breathtaking.
"I'm not so sure any of this is safe, Caleb," she says.
Christ.
I ignore the suggestion in her tone. "Well, let's get you out of your shirt. Wait. I mean out of my shirt."
She grins at me. "You're very cute, Caleb." She turns toward me and dips her head so I can take a couple snips with the scissors, freeing her from my shirt.
She hands it back to me. "Wait here, please." She takes the scissors and leaves me standing in the living room.
I take a minute to get my head out of my ass. What the hell just happened? I thought I was checking on some old lady mystery writer and find myself face to face—and then face to cock— with a woman who sets my heart racing unlike anyone ever has.
Maybe it was just the surprise of the whole situation, I tell myself. Once she comes back, I'm sure it will all be fine. I'll check on her, report back to Caleb and be on my way home, leaving her to the privacy she obviously wants.
I glance at the shirt I'm holding. I suppose I ought to put it back on. I swing it around to slide my arm in and a waft of a sweet girly sort of scent hits me. Gathering the material together, I hold it to my nose and inhale. A rush of desire spins through me.
Christ. I'm like a thirteen-year-old who just found internet porn.
I quickly put the shirt on and fasten every single button. It's untucked and I hear my father's voice in my head telling me not to look like a slob, so I turn my back on the part of the cabin where the girl has gone, open my belt and unzip my jeans, lowering them a bit so I can get the shirttail smoothed out before I zip up again.
