“Alittle.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,Caleb.”
He leans into me, somehow still holding his lower half off me, and brings his lips to myear.
That right there—the brush of his lips against my ear—that’s what registers withme.
Holy fuck. Caleb’s on top ofme.
My heart accelerates. The thoughts running through my head arenotthoughts I should be having, but I can’t stop them from playing onrepeat.
Stop it, Zoe. He’s your friend, your roommate—that’sit.
But I flirt withhim…
I flirt witheveryone!
But Caleb’sdifferent…
Fuck.
He is. He’ssodifferent.
Part of me feels guilty for flirting with Delia’s ex-boyfriend, but they’re exes for a reason, and that has to count for something…right?
“Why are you in here,Zoe?”
“I already told you—I’mbored.”
His eyes find mine again. “Bored? Or you missedme?”
We stare at one another, both waiting for me toanswer.
Caleb’s eyes dart to my mouth and linger there. Several seconds pass before he brings his gaze back tomine.
“Well?”
I don’t answer him because we both know I don’t needto.
I push at him as best I can and he takes the hint, moving away in an instant. He rolls until we’re lying side by side, his head resting on his pillowagain.
His eyes drift closed and we surrender to the silence, lying there for several heartbeats before either of us speaksagain.
“How’d you know I was eating cerealtoo?”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Because I know you. I see your cereal bowls in the sink every morning. I think you’re addicted to thestuff.”
“Amnot.”
“You’re a terribleliar.”
I roll over until I’m facing him and watch as his chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern. “You’re not wrong there. I couldn’t even lie to my parents as a kid. I tried sneaking out once, made it all the way to the end of the driveway before the guilt ate away at me and I turned back and rang the doorbell, crying and apologizing like amoron.”
“What’d theydo?”
“Laughed. They had heard me climbing out my window and then watched from behind thecurtains.”
“See? I told you your feet werebig.”