Page 51 of Catch Me If You Can

“Don’t shower yet,” he states. My eyebrow quirks up.Again, already?

He rolls his eyes, obviously sensing what I'm thinking. “Let’s go for a run.”

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“You’re a fucking animal,” Caleb laughs, shaking the water from his hair as he walks out of the bathroom.

I didn’t realize how much better my cardio is than his until I outran him by a solid mile. I slowed down once—briefly—but it was too fun staying ahead. Ever since school, I’ve really prioritized eating healthily and moving my body. Where Caleb was always naturally fit, I have to work for my body.

“All that muscle and no stamina?” I tease, grinning as I shake my head.

I beat him back to the hotel and even managed to shower before he caught up. Okay, that was a dick move—but I won't do it every time. Unless he runs with me again.God, I hope he runs with me again.

Although, there are other types of cardio we could do together…

I push those thoughts away and focus on what I’m doing: breakfast. After days of takeout and overpriced room service,I insisted on slipping across the street to a convenience store while he was in the shower. I was able to pick up eggs, toast, a couple bananas, and two ginger shots. Along with a special little surprise I’m buzzing to give him.

It’s pretty basic, but he’ll get the message.

“What’s all this?” Caleb says, wide-eyed as he sits at the kitchenette island.

“I made us breakfast,” I shrug. “Try this first.” I slide the ginger shot toward him.

He lifts it, sniffing the cap, brow raised. “Woah. That’s aggressive.”

I laugh. “Yeah, it's a punch to the face.”

He grins and raises the shot to his lips. “So, I give you a few orgasms and suddenly you’re making me breakfast?”

“Four,” I correct smoothly. “If you count the one you gave me by accident when you tickled me on the floor.” Why hold back now?

His eyes widen as he chokes on the ginger shot, coughing violently.

I just grin and down mine with ease. “Eat before it gets cold.”

He licks the corner of his mouth slowly before grabbing his fork. I try not to stare. He’s shirtless, sitting in black shorts that cling to his thighs. His chest is still damp from the shower and I want to lick the water right off his collarbone and bite, but—

Food first. Then fun.

“You’re telling me to eat, but you’re the one staring,” Caleb chuckles with a mouthful of toast.

“Busted,” I mutter, finally picking up my own fork.

We finish our breakfast talking aboutGame of Thrones—arguing over characters and plot twists like it’s 2013 again.

“So,” I start, clearing my throat. “You were saying last night that you wanted to hang out today?” I grab our plates and move them to the sink.

“Yeah.” He leans back in his chair, stretching, his abs flexing beneath the light. Damn. “I want to do what we used to do… before everything changed.”

My eyes glance from him to the plates in my hand.

“BeforeIfucked it up,” Caleb adds quickly, eyes dropping.

I nod my head slowly. I don’t want him to be so hard on himself. I turn and open the hotel microwave. “I got you something,” I say, dropping the plastic package on top of the counter.

His eyes widen and his mouth gapes open as he takes in the sight. “Carrot cake muffins!? Nathaniel, you angel!” He laughs, immediately opening the packaging.

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