Page 139 of The Fake Date Agreement

“Myers, you have a beautiful body.”

“But I’m not thin and I have a booty.”

“And only thin people with flat asses are beautiful?” He arches an eyebrow, and I realize how narrow my idea of beauty is.

Max is lean and strong, yet she’s beautiful. My mom was big her whole life, but she was stunning. There are so many different versions of beauty, and I don’t understand why I'm so fixated on whatIneed to be to be considered beautiful.

“No, you’re right.” I shake my head. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“The only way I’d be disappointed is if you told me to leave.”

“I want you to stay.”

His lip twitches. “Good. And I happen to like your booty, Myers. I might have had one or two passing thoughts of it when I was staring up at my ceiling.”

“Oh.”

“More, Myers. I need more words.”

Yeah, thoseohshave to go. I do one better. I grip the front of his shirt and tug him down to me. He comes, grinning, until our lips meet.

His kiss is everything.

His fingers slide under my top, push up, and he rolls us.

When I’m on top, he grips the bottom of my top, pulls it up over my head, and tosses it aside.

I’m blushing even before his gaze dips to take in my bare chest. I’ve always had a bigger booty and small boobs. It’s one of my biggest insecurities. I would have covered myself if I wasn’t seeing the heat darkening Caleb’s gaze.

He doesn’t just like what he sees; it’s turning him on.

Not it.Me. I’m doing that to him.

“Beautiful…” he murmurs.

I stop blushing so hot as he grips my hips and urges me higher on his chest. “Over here, Myers. I was paying so much attention to your perfect ass that I forgot all about your pretty tits.”

My fingers clench in his hair at the first hot kiss he presses on my right breast. His teeth rake over the delicate flesh. He closes his mouth on my right nipple, forms a tight seal, and sucks.

My back arches, breath punching from my throat as I tilt my head back, giving him more room. His dark blond hair brushes my overheated skin, and I shiver. He’s groaning hungrily as he sucks, his hands caressing my back, down to massage and squeeze my booty.

He releases my right nipple with a soft pop and turns to my left, my eyes fluttering open as my back makes contact with the cool cotton sheet.

I’m on my back, my breasts damp from Caleb’s kisses. He’s braced over me. Eyes fused to mine, he rises, fists the bottom of his shirt, and drags it over his head where it joins my top.

The light from my lamp casts shadows over finely honed, tanned muscle. He’s hard all over. And so beautiful.

"You still want this, Myers?” His voice is low and husky, sending tiny butterflies fluttering in my belly.

I grip the waistband of my PJs and push down, holding his gaze as I kick the material away.

His jaw tightens, and he swallows so hard the sound echoes in my tiny dorm room.

And he never takes his eyes from my body as his fingers caress my breasts, the curve of my belly, and my rounded hips.

His gaze shifts to mine. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Myers.”

“You’re just saying that to?—”

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