Page 114 of Well That Happened

“You’re such a drama queen,” I call after him as the door slams.

Caleb kisses my temple and flops back on the bed, pulling me down with him.

Grayson tosses him a water bottle. “You’re gonna need this.”

Caleb winks. “For the hangover?”

“For her,” Grayson says, eyes flicking to me for a half second too long.

My heart flips.

Yeah. It’s going to be alongnight.

Everyone’s quieter now.

Post-laughter, post-drinks, post-Hunter freakout.

Grayson brushes past me at the sink, his shoulder grazing mine as I finish brushing my teeth. He doesn’t say anything, but when I look up, he’s watching me in the mirror.

That unreadable expression. Soft around the edges.

Then, as I move past him toward the bed, he reaches out—fingertips gentle—tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“You good?” he asks, voice low.

I nod, heartbeat stuttering. “Yeah.”

His hand lingers for half a second. Then he steps away.

When I slip under the covers next to Caleb, he’s already there—warm and waiting. He says nothing at first, just pulls the blankets over both of us and lets the silence stretch.

Then, under the weight of the covers, his hand finds mine.

Fingers intertwine.

He shifts closer, mouth brushing my ear. “Come here.”

I hesitate—just a beat. But I’m already moving.

He pulls me against him, arms locking around my waist. His lips brush my forehead.

And then his mouth is at my jaw. My neck.

My breath hitches.

He moves carefully—hands gliding beneath my shirt, finding skin. I turn toward him, meeting his kiss in the quiet dark, everything about it slow and aching.

Someone left the bathroom light on, which means it’s dim, but not dark.

His hand slides down, finding my hip, then lower.

The blanket rustles. My breath catches again. Grayson has just climbed into bed beside me. He moves closer, his hand moving to the nape of my neck.

Caleb’s fingers dip under the waistband of my sleep shorts, and I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers against my neck.

Heat races through me, my body reacting to his dirty words, spoken so plainly.

---