Page 17 of I Wanna Text You Up

Folding my arms across my chest, I let out an exasperated sigh. “What,Caleb?”

“Is this how it’s going to be? It’syourplace and nothing is mine? I just have a room there and that’sit?”

I regard him with a stony stare of my own. “No.”

He doesn’t budge, not buyingit.

Hell,I’mnot buying it. It’s not his fault I’m sexually frustrated and want to jump his bones. I shouldn’t take it out onhim.

I sigh and throw my hands up in defeat. “No, Caleb, that’s not how it’s going to be, okay? I’m just being cranky. I promise it won’t be likethat.”

“Promisepromise?”

I grit my teeth together and push out the words. “Promisepromise.”

He beams at me. “Perfect.”

We load another box each and then something hitsme.

“How are you going to drive your motorcycle with your brace on?” I askhim.

“Carefully…very carefully. I think I can grip the handlebars enough that I don’t fallover.”

“How’d you get toLola’s?”

“Acab.”

“Caleb, this doesn’t sound safe. Just ride with me and we’ll come back to get your bikelater.”

He holds his hand up. “How later? Because I’m going to be in this thing for sometime.”

“Can someone else drive it maybe? I’d rather youandthe bike make it to the apartmentsafely.”

“I don’t want anyone else to drive myprecious.”

“Caleb.”

“Zoe.” He huffs. “Fine. We’ll leave it here then. I’ll see if one of the guys from the team can driveit.”

“OrZach.”

“I amnotasking my ex-girlfriend’s boyfriend to drive my motorcycle for me. Nowthatisweird.”

“What about my friend Robbie? He rides and I trust him with my life. He’d never let yourpreciousgethurt.”

“I’ll think about it,” he bites out, annoyedagain.

I stand by as he bends to grab another box, taking his distraction as an opportunity to scroll my eyes over his body…to admire the way his arms flex as he lifts the last container…to soak in the way his shirt clings to his muscled back as he crams the boxes into thehatch.

He begins to twist my way, and I can’t pull my eyes away fastenough.

“I think that’s the last of it,right?”

“Yep.” My voice comes out a squeak and his brow hitches at thesound.

“Right.” He closes the hatch. “So we readythen?”

“Yep!”

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