Page 32 of I Wanna Text You Up

Caleb stands in my doorway, face turning redder and redder as the moments pass. He inhales a sharp breath but exerts no effort to move or cover hiseyes.

Nothing.

We stand there in shock because I’m not wearing ashirt.

I am notwearing a fucking shirt, and I am standing in front of Caleb in just my black lacebra.

His eyes roam over my scantily clad skin, his pupils dilating as he takes me in, clearly liking what he sees—and speaking of seeing, I’m certain he notices the way my chest begins to rapidly move up and down as his gaze rakes over me in the most sensual waypossible.

It’s not predatory, and it doesn’t make me feelgross.

It makes me feel good,empowered.

Sexy.

And it’s all because ofCaleb.

Shit, shit, shit!Caleb shouldn’t be making me feel sexy.Thisshould not be happening rightnow.

I grab at the shirt nearest me and hastily pull it over my head, coveringmyself.

I glare at him. “This! This is why you need to start announcing yourself, Caleb. I waschanging!”

He lifts his hands and finally covers his eyes. “I wasn’t trying to perv on you, I promise. I just didn’t think. I’m not used to living withgirls.”

I want to berate him, to dig into him and give him a good tongue-lashing, but that feels so wrong when his eyes on my body felt sogood.

“Well you better get used to it,” I huff out as I storm past him and back down the hallway to the livingroom.

I grab my bowl and walk it into thekitchen.

“I am coming down the hallway!” Caleb yells. “I am now exiting thehallway!”

I roll my eyes and walk back into the living room, snatching up my phone on my waythrough.

“I am entering the livingroom!”

I take a seat on the couch, curling back up under the other blanket we keepthere.

“I am sitting on the couch!” he hollers as he plops onto thecushions.

“You are being a pain in theass!”

“Hey, I’m just trying to announce myself, asrequested.”

“I didn’t mean in everysituation.”

He looks around the couch. “Is that the last blanket now that you’ve spilled milk all over the otherone?”

I pull said blanket around me tighter. “Yep.”

“Well shit. It’s cold as hell. Why do you keep it freezing inhere?”

“Because I’mhot.”

He gives me a teasing grin. “I know, but that’s not what I was askingabout.”

“I mean Igethot easily. I’d rather be freezing my tits off than sweating. Just deal withit.”

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