Page 56 of I Wanna Text You Up

I am the worst best friendever.

He leans down to catch my drifting gaze. “Youokay?”

“Yep.”

“Zoe.”

I arch my chin up, meeting his stare head on. “Caleb.”

“Are youokay?”

I feel the sting of tears in my eyes, but I blink themaway.

“I’d like to gonow.”

“Are you mad atme?”

“No, Caleb. I’m not mad atyou.”

“Thenwhat?”

I step out of his arms and miss his heat the moment I do. It suddenly feels like I’m standing in the middle of the Arctic and not a dance floor swarming withbodies.

“Can we not? Can we do thislater?”

He doesn’t push the issue. He simply nods, grabs my hand, and leads me quietly from thebar.

What have wedone?

* * *

It’sone AM and I’m standing in front of Caleb’s bedroom door with my pillow andblanket.

I know he’s awake. There’s no way he’s able to sleep after the way we leftthings.

Slowly, I push open his door and slip inside, careful not to make a sound. I tiptoe my way to his makeshift bed and gently lay my pillow beside his restingform.

I stand over him, hesitating only a moment before finally settling myself next tohim.

“I was wondering if you were going to come ornot.”

I adjust myself on the pillow, scooting just an inch or so closer to him. “I’mhere.”

Caleb lifts his arm and I slide into his embrace. Rolling over onto my side, I place a small kiss on hischest.

“I’m not sorry about kissingyou.”

“Me either,” Iwhisper.

Ten

Me:So…lastnight.

Caleb:Lastnight.

Caleb:Are you regretting ittoday?

Me:No.You?

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