Page 112 of I Wanna Text You Up

“This was allan elaborate plan to get me to dog sit with you, wasn’tit?”

“No,” I say not soinnocently.

“Uh huh.” Caleb rubs Magnus’s ears. “She’s a big fat liar, isn’t she Magnus?” He barks. “See, even he doesn’t believeyou.”

“You’re full of shit, aren’t you, Magnus?” He barks again, and I lift my brow, silently saying,See, he’sclueless.

“Mittens is not thrilled with this situation rightnow.”

He’s not wrong. The cat is currently curled into a ball on my lap, throwing daggers his owner’s way. Mittens is rather displeased by Magnus’s constant need for attention from Caleb, and he’s even less happy that he’s now resting his head in his lap and staring over at him withmirth.

“I’m sorry, buddy. I’ll make it up to you.” Caleb goes to pet Mittens, but he bats away hisattempt.

“Oooooh, sick burn, Mittens! High five.” I grab his paw and bump it againstmine.

“You’re bothhorrible.”

“Says thebetrayer.”

Caleb throws his arms in the air and Magnus whines at the loss of his touch. “It’s not my fault he’s attached to me.” He covers the dog’s ears. “The craziest part is that I don’t even really likedogs.”

As if he can hear and understand him, Magnus chooses that moment to amble away, head droppedlow.

“Great, now you’ve hurt his feelings,Caleb.”

“He’ll be all right.” He turns toward me. “So, plans fortonight?”

“Can’t we just sit on the couch like we’ve been doing all day? It’s so comfyhere.”

“I can’t deny that, but nope. I want to take you out. It’ll be our first official date as boyfriend andgirlfriend.”

“That’s not true—we went to That PancakeJoint.”

“Okay, how about our firstromanticdate,huh?”

We’ve been at my parents’ house for several days now, splitting our time between soaking up the beach rays, hiking, and being lazy on the couch. To say it’s been relaxing is an understatement, but I can’t deny that I’m getting a little bored. Maybe a night out will do us somegood.

I groan. “I guess I can put pants on for onenight.”

Caleb grabs at the blanket I have covering my lap, trying to peek underneath. “You didn’t put any pants on after the beach? I want tosee.”

I swat away his attempts. “Get out of here, you pervert! You cannot talk dirty to me when I have a kitten in my lap. That is just weird,Caleb.”

He lifts Mittens from my lap and holds the cat out in front of him, mock glaring at him. “You’re killing my game,bro.”

Mittens responds by licking his paw and not giving two shits. Caleb lets him go and then turns my way, his eyes darkening withdesire.

He moves onto his knees and crawls toward me across the couch, his lips pulled into a teasing smirk. “Now, about that no pantsthing.”

He’s lying on top of me now, settled comfortably between mylegs.

“What?” Isay.

“Are you really not wearingpants?”

“Maybe.”

He rolls his hips into me and I do everything I can not to gasp at the contact, but he can tell. He can feel it, can see the reaction in myeyes.

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