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I smack my hand against myforehead.

Flirting? Really, Zoe?Ugh.

As much as Caleb has annoyed me tonight, I can’t help but be drawn in by him. He’s so…different than I expected, so much morecomplex.

I want to get to know him more, and that’s how I get to know people—Iflirt.

It’s who I am, and I’ve never been ashamed ofthat.

Flirting is harmless…right?

Six

“What in thehell are youwatching?”

I let out a loud yelp and jump, sending the bowl of cereal I’m eating flying all over me and the couch. My phone goes soaring across the room as the hand that was holding it goes to mychest.

I shoot off the couch and spin toward Caleb, milk dripping down my chin and soaking my t-shirt. “What is wrong with you? You scared the shit out ofme!”

“You did notpoop.”

“Figuratively. I figuratively shitmyself.”

“And you got cereal all overyou.”

“Oh?” I wipe at my chin. “Did Inow?”

“You did, and that shirt you’re wearing? Well, let’s just say it’sthin.”

I glare over at him. “Be a gentleman and get me atowel.”

Caleb laughs his way to the kitchen and grabs the hand towel hanging from the stove. He casually saunters back my way and holds itout.

“This had better come out,” I mutter, scrubbing at the mess, thankful most of it landed on myblanket.

“You can’t seriously be mad atme.”

“I’m irritated. Two differentthings.”

“For walking into my livingroom?”

“You didn’t announceyourself!”

“It’smyliving roomtoo!”

Caleb and I have been living together for about a week and a half now and I’mstillnot used to him. Sure, a lot of that has to do with the fact that we don’t spend much time together with our hectic schedules, but it’s more because he’s so…quiet. He’s like a damn ninja sneaking around theapartment.

“But you need to belouder!”

“Would you like me tostompthrough theapartment?”

“Could youplease?”

“No.” He grabs the towel and my soiled blanket, hauling them down thehall.

I follow him, marching into my room and stripping off my shirt. I wrench open my drawer and pull out anothershirt.

“I’m sor—holy shit those are yourboobs.”

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