Page 18 of I Wanna Text You Up

Another high-pitchedsqueal.

“Youokay?”

“Yep!”

He laughs and bends to grab his helmet, stashing it in the back seat, and I check out hisass.

That tight, perfectly sculpted ass his faded Levi’s are hugging inallthe rightplaces.

I have no fuckingshame.

“Try not to jostle everything around too much. I have a couple collectibles in here I’d like to keep in one piece, and don’t forget that Mittens is in his carrier. He’ll probably cry for a bit and then settledown.”

I snap my eyes to his, certain he knows exactly what I was justdoing.

For some completely unknown reason, I shoot him two thumbs up. “Yep.”

We climb into the car, and that’s the moment I realize having him ride with me was a bigmistake.

His body fills the car with a sweaty, rugged scent. I hate it and love it all atonce.

I shift the car into the drive and start our journey. Mittens lets out a soft meow and Caleb reaches into the back, trying to soothe the kitten, but it’s no use. His meows grow louder, his uncertainty about the moving vehiclerising.

“Do you mind if I let himout?”

“Not atall.”

I try to keep my focus on the road as he scoops the skittish kitten from his traveling case and snuggles him close to hischest.

You know those silly videos you see online with the hot guys playing with kittens? The big, macho dudes falling apart at the sight ofthem?

That’s what’s happening right now, in this car,right in front of me—and it’s every bit as swoon-worthy as it is in videoform.

It’s not just about how stupid sexy it is to see him fawning all over Mittens. It’s his smile, the way his entire face is lighting up, the way his shoulders relax from their rigidposture.

Looks like Caleb needs Mittens just as much as Mittens needshim.

And maybe I need themboth.

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“You’re out of soap.”

Caleb’s lived here for all of five hours and I’m already regretting my decision to allow him to move in. I could strangle Delia for saying yes too. He’s already used the last of the paper towels, and now my body wash is gone too. Why he wants to smell like Brown Sugar Pears is beyondme.

I groan. “Did youreallyuse my bodywash?”

“I’m out. I didn’t think it’d be a bigdeal.”

Spinning around in my spot on the couch to face him, I let out a shriek when I see he’s wearing nothing but atowel.

“Why are younaked?”

“I’m notnaked, Zoe. I have a towel on. Why are youstillstaring atme?”

His lips tilt up and I realize he’s right. Iamstill staring, but I can’t pull my eyes away now, not when his perfectly sculpted chest is on fulldisplay.

You can tell taking care of his body is important to Caleb. You can also tell he spends a lot of his free time at the gym. His biceps are chiseled in just the right way, forearms strong and sturdy, and he’s given a little extra attention to his abs, the delectable V guys have drawing myeyes.

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