Page 45 of I Wanna Text You Up

“I don’t need a bed.” He closes his eyes and shimmies around until he’s comfortable. “Unnecessaryexpense.”

“Your cat has three beds. Explainthat.”

He lifts a shoulder. “Mittens has a bed-hoarding problem. He’s in therapy for it. Don’t judgehim.”

“We’re getting you a damn bed, Caleb. We’ll go shopping thisweekend.”

“You gonna shit out the cash to pay forone?”

“If I need to, then yes. It’s not good for you to sleep on the floor. For someone who’s all about keeping his body in shape, you should be aware ofthat.”

He peeks up at me. “Fair point. I’ll try to pencil you in this weekendthen.”

“Good. That’s all Iwanted.”

“Is that why you came in to bother me? My lack of abed?”

“No.” I shrug. “Maybe. I’mbored.”

“Rugratsnot holding yourattention?”

“It is.”But you’re holding it more.“How’d you know that’s what I was watchinganyway?”

“I can hear it. You’re very loud, yaknow.”

“Sorry, I was trying to bequiet.”

“You suck at it.” I push at his shoulder. “What? Your footsteps sound like there’s a giant clamoring around theapartment.”

“They donot!”

“If you didn’t have such bigfeet…”

I gasp. “Ido nothave bigfeet!”

“Whatever you say,Ronald.”

“Hey!”

I shove at his arm again, and this time he reacts. I don’t have the chance to make a run for it before I’m pinned halfway beneath him. He’s canted off to his left side, avoiding putting much pressure on his right hand. His big hands gently hold mine captive beside my head as he smiles down at me. I don’t know if I should swoon over his upper body strength or throw my panties athim.

I’ve always been touchy-feely with my friends, so I don’t bat an eye at Caleb capturing me beneathhim.

“Quit hittingme.”

“I didn’t hit you, I shoved you—bigdifference.”

He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “It’s too early for you to be such adonkey.”

“We already talked about this—it’s not early, you’re justlazy.”

“You’remean.”

“You likeit.”

Caleb grins. “Maybe a littlebit.”

“Alot?”

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