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Chapter 8

Caleb

Thank goodness for meeting Avery and his partner. After all the sexy whipped cream action with our shot at the bar, I needed to release the urge to beg Malcolm to take me home so we could just fuck.

Because, mouse on a maple tree, I wanted to badly.

Conversation with people I don’t know comes easily, and Avery gave me the distraction I needed to settle and stop thinking about me on my knees for Malcolm.

The food has been amazing, and the drinks have been flowing. Magic Boners are quite tasty and I’ve lost track of how many I had before the music and dance floor kicked up.

“Are you having a good time?”

Malcolm’s warm breath skates over my skin, leaving a ripple of gooseflesh. The music slows, and he presses against me on the dance floor.

“An amazing time. It’s been a long time since I’ve been out like this.”

Malcolm sways to the music, pressing against me just enough to drive me wild.

“You know,” he continues with his lips next to my ear. “That’s a shame. Why does a man like you keep himself locked up?”

“I could say the same for you.”

Pulling his head back, he smiles at me and good grief, how does the whole world not crush on this man?

“I asked you first.”

“I’m shy. I’ve never been comfortable around men I’m attracted to. I usually just babble or stumble or some other thing to embarrass myself and they leave.” One time in college, I spilled the guy’s smoothie on his lap because I bumped the table too hard while fidgeting. He was polite at the time, but he never called me again. “I’m fine working in the public because it’s different. Everyone is a customer, and that doesn’t make me nervous.”

Malcolm remains quiet, and I squeeze his hip.

“It’s your turn. Why don’t you go out?”

His soft brown eyes brim with worry, and I drop a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t worry, Mal. If you aren’t comfortable sharing, you don’t have to.”

The music switches to a faster song and we don’t pick up the new beat. Instead, we stay fused together in a moment neither of us wants to break.

“Because I’m nothing special. Why take a chance just to get hurt because I’m too skinny, too nerdy–” He shrugs. “Too everything. So I just keep to myself. It’s easier that way.” Malcolm huffs a breath. “Until old Mrs.Green figured out I had a crush on you and Sasha gave me these tickets and…well, here we are.”

I want to assure him he’s not just special, but extra special. He’s unique and sexy. Smart and kind. And fun! And I’ve only been with him for a few hours, but he’s the first person I’ve dated that makes me feel just like that, too. The fact I’ve been more myself while with him than anyone else is not lost on me.

But our new friend, Avery, chooses the exact moment I open my mouth to interrupt.

“Come sit! Bruce ordered shots. You have to join us!”

He dances away and Malcolm laughs as we reluctantly follow behind.

“Are you up for more shooters, Caleb? I’ll take care of the whipped cream again if that’s a problem.” He winks, and a thrill runs up my spine.

“I’m not sure I can handle that again. But you’ve got yourself a deal.”

When we arrive back at our table, Avery and Bruce are laughing and clearly having a good time. The other couples we had dinner with have left, so it’s just the four of us.

But the shooters on the table are… plentiful.

“So, ah, were you planning to drink all these yourselves?”

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