No wonder Edward is whipped, listening to that voice all day must leave him with a constant hard on. I take her hand and help her out of the car, and then walk her up to her apartment. The moment we hit the second floor, Rita’s door flings open. She takes in SJ’s appearance and then her narrowed glare settles on me.
“No need to ask how your evening was, I can clearly see it for myself,” she mutters to SJ.
SJ looks confused for a moment. “What are you talking about?”
“When you come home wearing another man’s clothes, it’s pretty obvious what has gone on.”
“Rita, it’s not what it looks like.” SJ chuckles. “Caleb took me to a restaurant, I was uncomfortable. He asked me what my ideal date was and I told him. A night in wearing sweats, a t-shirt and eating grilled cheese sandwiches. He took me back to his place and that’s exactly what we did. He was a perfect gentleman.”
“Gentleman? The man’s a player,” she grunts.
“We’ve come to an agreement,” SJ tells her friend excitedly. “Caleb is going to be a homeless and poor for a week. If he makes it through the whole week, we still have to move out as planned, but if he doesn’t make it, we get to stay.”
Rita appears to think about this, when a nasty grin begins to grow across her face. “I’m going to make this the hardest week of your life,” she says. “SJ, I’ll see you in the morning.”
SJ says goodbye and when she turns back to me, she’s looking really nervous again.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask. You’ve never asked permission before.
She nods her head and I lower my lips to hers, gently nipping at her bottom lip. She tastes so good, like strawberries and vanilla.
I pull back when she moans into my mouth. A man only has so much self-control.
She smiles at me, her cheeks glowing and I’ve decided I prefer her wearing aroused pink more than embarrassed pink. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
“I’ll be here at noon,” I reply with my own grin. “Goodnight, SJ,” I say and turn toward the stairs.
“Goodnight, Caleb.”
***
As I drive to Grayson’s place, SJ’s scent is still lingering around me. Her taste, her eyes, those gorgeous pink cheeks—I just can’t seem to get her out of my mind.
Pull yourself together man!
I knock on Grayson’s door and he opens it instantly, looking rather surprised to see me.
“Either she’s easy or you should change your name to shotgun,” he mutters and lets me in.
“Shotgun?” I question.
“You know,” he says and then imitates the sound of cocking a barrel and then firing the gun. I, unfortunately, am still none the wiser and look at him confused. “Oh come on Caleb, you know, pump, pump, squirt .”
“Asshole,” I grunt and punch him in the shoulder. “We didn’t have sex.”
“You’re losing your touch,” he replies, seemingly unaffected by my assault.
“I thought you wanted my help? Maybe I should just go home,” I suggest.
Grayson just stares at me, arms crossed and jaw clenched. By not biting back with some smart ass remark, this is Grayson’s way of calling a truce.
“I didn’t think so,” I chuckle. “What do you need?”
“I need to find her, I told you that,” he huffs.
“Grayson,” I start. “Your obsession with Evangeline isn’t healthy. Maybe now is the time to start distancing yourself from her.”
“No!” he yells, startling me. “She needs me.”
“She doesn’t even know you exist and when she finds out who you are, she’ll wish she didn’t,” I remind him.
“I am not obsessed with her, she just won’t take the money. I need her to take the money.”
“You can’t force her to take it, it’s up to her. You’ve spent the last eight years trying to atone for your mistake. Leave her to get on with her life now. Her grandma took the money, and you made sure she never went without. You sent her to collage for god’s sake.”
“Her grandma only took the money after something happened with
“No need to ask how your evening was, I can clearly see it for myself,” she mutters to SJ.
SJ looks confused for a moment. “What are you talking about?”
“When you come home wearing another man’s clothes, it’s pretty obvious what has gone on.”
“Rita, it’s not what it looks like.” SJ chuckles. “Caleb took me to a restaurant, I was uncomfortable. He asked me what my ideal date was and I told him. A night in wearing sweats, a t-shirt and eating grilled cheese sandwiches. He took me back to his place and that’s exactly what we did. He was a perfect gentleman.”
“Gentleman? The man’s a player,” she grunts.
“We’ve come to an agreement,” SJ tells her friend excitedly. “Caleb is going to be a homeless and poor for a week. If he makes it through the whole week, we still have to move out as planned, but if he doesn’t make it, we get to stay.”
Rita appears to think about this, when a nasty grin begins to grow across her face. “I’m going to make this the hardest week of your life,” she says. “SJ, I’ll see you in the morning.”
SJ says goodbye and when she turns back to me, she’s looking really nervous again.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask. You’ve never asked permission before.
She nods her head and I lower my lips to hers, gently nipping at her bottom lip. She tastes so good, like strawberries and vanilla.
I pull back when she moans into my mouth. A man only has so much self-control.
She smiles at me, her cheeks glowing and I’ve decided I prefer her wearing aroused pink more than embarrassed pink. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
“I’ll be here at noon,” I reply with my own grin. “Goodnight, SJ,” I say and turn toward the stairs.
“Goodnight, Caleb.”
***
As I drive to Grayson’s place, SJ’s scent is still lingering around me. Her taste, her eyes, those gorgeous pink cheeks—I just can’t seem to get her out of my mind.
Pull yourself together man!
I knock on Grayson’s door and he opens it instantly, looking rather surprised to see me.
“Either she’s easy or you should change your name to shotgun,” he mutters and lets me in.
“Shotgun?” I question.
“You know,” he says and then imitates the sound of cocking a barrel and then firing the gun. I, unfortunately, am still none the wiser and look at him confused. “Oh come on Caleb, you know, pump, pump, squirt .”
“Asshole,” I grunt and punch him in the shoulder. “We didn’t have sex.”
“You’re losing your touch,” he replies, seemingly unaffected by my assault.
“I thought you wanted my help? Maybe I should just go home,” I suggest.
Grayson just stares at me, arms crossed and jaw clenched. By not biting back with some smart ass remark, this is Grayson’s way of calling a truce.
“I didn’t think so,” I chuckle. “What do you need?”
“I need to find her, I told you that,” he huffs.
“Grayson,” I start. “Your obsession with Evangeline isn’t healthy. Maybe now is the time to start distancing yourself from her.”
“No!” he yells, startling me. “She needs me.”
“She doesn’t even know you exist and when she finds out who you are, she’ll wish she didn’t,” I remind him.
“I am not obsessed with her, she just won’t take the money. I need her to take the money.”
“You can’t force her to take it, it’s up to her. You’ve spent the last eight years trying to atone for your mistake. Leave her to get on with her life now. Her grandma took the money, and you made sure she never went without. You sent her to collage for god’s sake.”
“Her grandma only took the money after something happened with
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