Page 114 of I Wanna Text You Up

Chuckling, I pull myself off the couch, keeping the blanket wrapped around my waist because I am most definitelynotwearing pants under it. “Where are weheaded?”

Caleb relaxes back into the cushions, exhaling a shaky breath and widening his legs, trying to make the situation in his pants more comfortable. “Seafoodokay?”

“Is seafood okay, he says to the girl who spends several weeks a year in OuterBanks.”

“That’s Zoe speak for yes,right?”

“Yes,Caleb.”

He runs a hand over his forehead, pretending to wipe sweat away. “Phew.Good.”

“Give me about thirty minutesthen?”

“Like thirty minutes or ‘thirtyminutes’?”

“A normal halfhour.”

“Okay,” he agreesskeptically.

An idea hits me as I begin to walk away, and I pause at the end of thehallway.

“HeyCaleb?”

He twists around on the couch to look at me, the fire of desire still dancing in his dark eyes. “Yeah?”

I drop the blanket, and his mouth hits the floor along withit.

“A thong!” he yells. Then I hear a loud groan as I continue down the hallway. “You’re killing me, Zoe. Killingme!”

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Caleb shiftsthe car into park and opens hisdoor.

“Stay there,” he instructs over myshoulder.

“You could at least say please!” I argue, but he’s already shutting thedoor.

I watch as he rounds the car and am surprised when he rushes over to my side to open my door forme.

Extending his hand, he says, “Foryou.”

I allow him to help me out while eyeing him warily. “Why are you being so gentlemanly? Because you want to get laid? I plan on sleeping with you eitherway.”

He smiles. “No, but that’s nice toknow.”

“Then…”

“It’s the right thing to do. When we were at the restaurant, I watched an older man do it for his wife and I realized how much of an ass I was for never doing itbefore.”

I want to laugh at him, but it’s actually kind of sweet andromantic.

“Well, thank youthen.”

“Noproblem.”

He grabs my hand and begins leading us down the path we always take to thebeach.

I pull at him. “Wrongway.”

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