Page 5 of Well That Happened

I deserve this.

I deserve the way he touches me like I’m a secret he wants to memorize.

I deserve the way he looks at me like I’m the whole damn sky.

And holy hell, the erection pressing against my thigh?Ridiculously unfair.

I press up against it, and a needy grunt punches out of him.

I raise an eyebrow at him. “That is … a whole lot of situation right there…”

He laughs—low and unguarded—and presses a kiss just above my hip. “He’s very ambitious.”

I’m still laughing when his hand slides up my inner thigh, his mouth following, and damn, he can kiss.

And just when I think, finally—

“Rilee!” a voice shrieks from the living room. “The fucking ceiling just caved in out here!”

Caleb freezes, his forehead resting on my ribs.

I groan. “You have got to be kidding me.”

He presses a kiss just below my navel. “You okay?”

“I was. Ten seconds ago.”

I yank a blanket over myself just as my roommate storms in, suitcase in hand and mascara smudged.

“You’re gonna want to check the bathroom,” she says dramatically. “It’s raining plaster. I’m staying at Dylan’s.”

And just like that, she’s gone.

The door slams.

The moment shatters.

Caleb sits up, running a hand through his hair.

I sit up too, my pulse still racing.

“Well,” I say. “That happened.”

He smiles, crooked and a little uncertain. “I should go.”

“Yeah.” I bite my lip. “Probably.”

He stands, leans down, and brushes a slow kiss to my temple. “Rain check?”

I nod, trying not to look like I just got emotionally drop-kicked.

Once he’s gone, I flop back onto the mattress and stare at the cracked ceiling overhead.

Perfect.

Now I’m turned on, half-naked, and my apartment is turning into a swamp.

Next stop: complete collapse.

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