Me:So that means you WANT to go see theshow?
Caleb:No, it means I made a promise and a deal is adeal.
Caleb:Plus, I’m hoping you’re going to let me touch your butt at somepoint.
Me:Stop flirting and gowork.
Caleb:So bossy. Melikey. ;-)
Me:*groans*
* * *
Iwas wrong.
There’s a whole lot of wrong flirting cando.
It can make you miss someone, make you crave them, make youwantthem more than you already do, especially when you’re not supposed to want them atall.
I hate flirting, but I can’t stop itnow.
Just like I can’t stop myself from reaching for my phone to do the same thing I’ve done over and overagain.
Texthim.
Me:Are you awakeyet?
Caleb:Am I out there sitting next to you while you eat cereal (SHAME) and watchRugrats?
Caleb:What channel did you find thaton?
Me:No you’re not, but you’re obviously up, and I have it on DVD. It’s calledAmazon.
Caleb:Wow. Never heard of that before. /sarcasm
Me:You’re sassy first thing in the afternoon.Bum.
Caleb:Some of us work for a living,smartass.
Me:GASP! I work! Like ten hours a week, butstill.
Me:Just get out here or I’m coming inthere.
Caleb:No. I’mcomfy.
I toss my phone onto the couch beside me and set my empty bowl of cereal on the table before pushing myself up and making my way down thehall.
“Go away,” he moans as soon as I burst through the door, almost as if he was expectingme.
I pause to admire the sliver of skin that’s exposed, but only for a moment. His sheet is wrapped around his lower half, shirt pushed up to display his magnificent abs.Goddamn thoseabs.
“Stop checking me out and goaway.”
I peel my eyes away from his body to see that he’s staring at me, a smirk gracing his plumplips.
“Told ya you want me.” His speech is slow and relaxed. His blond hair is a mess, his eyes tired from lack ofrest.
“You wish I wanted you,” I tell him as I make my way closer to his makeshift bed on the floor and sit down next to him, my back against the wall. I leave just enough room between us so we aren’t touching. I’m careful to avoid his brace, because the last thing I want to do is accidentally bump into his already fractured hand. “We really need to get you a bed. This floor has got to be killing yourback.”