Page 16 of I Wanna Text You Up

“Are you sure about this?”

“You keep asking me that, I’m going to change mymind.”

“I just want to be sure, Zoe. You seem reluctant about this wholething.”

“That’s because Iam.”

“Am I really thatbad?”

I look at him for the first time since I pulled into his rather questionable-looking apartment complex. For someone who’s been living here for the last four years, he doesn’t have a lot. His entire bedroom fits inside my SUV since they wouldn’t let him bring his mattress along, claiming it was theirs first and nothis.

Some roommates,huh?

The truth is, he’snotthat bad, and that’s part of theproblem.

In fact, Caleb isn’t bad at all. He’s…hot, especially with his ball cap twisted around on his head, leather jacket covering broadshoulders.

But that’s the last thing I need to be thinking about. Instead, I focus on loading the last of his boxes, most of which are full of bagged and boarded comic books, trying to take the brunt of the work with his hand in the condition it is. I never knew Caleb was such a comic lover. It’s kind of…cute, in a nerdy sort ofway.

“No, Caleb, you’re not bad. It’s just…weird. You’re Delia’s ex-boyfriend.”

His eyes fall to slits. “Yes, you keep reminding me of that as if I’m not the one who dated her for six months. Why exactly is that so weird for you? It’s not like we hung out a lot or anything, just a group movie here andthere.”

I don’t knowwhyI keep remindinghim.

Is it because no one will ever match up to Delia and I’m still hurt by her moving?Possibly.

Or could it be because I have a sinking feeling in my gut that with Caleb and me living in such close quarters, those stupid feelings I’ve developed toward him are going to grow into something more? Even morepossible.

Ignoring him, I push the box I’m holding farther into the back, bending to grab another from the concrete to keepbusy.

Moving too fast, my head starts swimming and I sway, crashing into Caleb. He reaches out to steady me and my skin feels like it’s on fire the moment he makes contact, so hot I inhale a sharpbreath.

He doesn’t missit.

My hazel eyes collide with his dark blue gaze. There’s a lighter blue seeping into the outer rim of his irises that I’ve never noticed before. I inch closer, wanting a better look. I’m so close I can feel his breath ghosting on my lips. There’s an errant hair sticking out of his cap that I so badly want to brushaway.

Caleb’s pupils dilate and his gaze flits to my lips, lingering there for far toolong.

He wants to kiss me. He wants to kiss mebad.

I snap myself out of my lustful state because Icannotlet that happen, and by the way he inches back, he knows ittoo.

“Holy crap—that’swhy you don’t want me to live with you.” He grins, and it’s full of playfulness for the first time since I pulled up. “You wantme.”

“I want you…to stop touching me and help me get this shit loaded up.” I pull out of his grasp completely and haul another box into my car. “We’re burning daylighthere.”

“It’s two in the afternoon—how long do you think it’ll take us to get this into our newplace?”

I lift a brow his way. “Ournewplace?”

“Hey, I signed that line, so that’smyapartment nowtoo.”

“You don’t even pay half the rent. It’s still myapartment.”

It takes me a moment to realize he’s stopped loading. I stand up straight and meet hisgaze.

That lustful stare he was just giving me? Gone. In its place is an icyglower.

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