Page 119 of I Wanna Text You Up

My name,whispered.

And I fall so hard forhim.

Twenty

Istretchmy arms wide above my head, my body feeling tired and sore in all the rightways.

Burying my face into my pillow, I smile at the thought of last night because…wow.

After we cleaned ourselves up in the shower, we slipped beneath the sheets and stayed awake for hours, exploring oneanother.

I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun learning someone else’s bodybefore.

I reach over to the spot beside me, surprised when I feel coldsheets.

Huh.

I peel back the comforter that’s wrapped around me and reluctantly crawl out of bed. Picking up one of Caleb’s discarded shirts, I slide it over my head and sigh as his scent washes over me. I dig a pair of socks from the duffel bag I’ve yet to unpack and pull them onto my feet before padding out of the bedroom and down thehall.

I expected to find Caleb sitting on the couch, but he’s notthere.

Instead I find a forlorn looking Magnus, who looks up at me with the saddesteyes.

“What’s up,buddy?”

He lets out a softgrunt.

Okaythen.

I wander into the kitchen…noCaleb.

Maybe he’s outback?

Nope, not thereeither.

Bathroom?

Nope.

Outfront?

Nada.

Where the hell are you,Caleb?

I race to the bedroom for my phone and check for messages. I come up empty…again. I pull up my recently contacted list and swipe over hisname.

The call goes straight tovoicemail.

Whatthe…

Soft fluff rubs against my legs and Mittens lets out a tinymeow.

“Not now, buddy,” I tell him, but he doesn’t go away. He continues rubbing and pawing at me until I finally bend down and scoop him into myarms.

I run my hand over his fur, trying to console him and me at the same time, until my hand brushes over something that shouldn’t bethere.

Glancing down, I’m surprised to see a folded orange note attached to the back of his collar. I pull it free and set Mittensdown.

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