Page 63 of I Wanna Text You Up

“Yeah you do—I’m craving somethingsweet.”

He winks; I nearly dielaughing.

Caleb shakes his head and steps away from me. “I’ll be on the couch while you calm down inhere.”

I wave him off and finish mixing the brownies, adding in a few chocolate chips for an extra richbatch.

I set the timer and slide dessert into the oven before slipping off my apron. I grab two beers from the fridge and make my way into the livingroom.

“Here.” I hand Caleb one. “We have about twenty-fiveminutes.”

“You want to watchsomething?”

“How about watch that dick disappear into thisass?”

He spits out the drink of beer he just took, his face red, laughter spilling out of him. “Holy fuck! Did you just ask me to do anal withyou?”

I can’t help but laugh along with him. “No, I just can’t control the things that come out of my mouthsometimes.”

“Because, I mean, I’m game if you are.” He waggles his brows up anddown.

“Keep dreaming, Caleb. Keep fuckingdreaming.”

“You’re going to be so fun to live with.” He grabs the remote from the table, still laughing. “You a fan ofIt’s Always Sunny inPhiladelphia?”

“Ofwhat?”

“Just wait. You’llsee.”

We’re not even five minutes into the first episode and my mouth has already dropped at least three times. I can see Caleb watching me out of the side of hiseye.

“Right?”

“They’re such train wrecks, but I can’t lookaway.”

“Just wait, it getsworse.”

“Worse? That’spossible?”

He chuckles. “Worse.”

“Wow.”

We finish out the episode and start the second before the timer goesoff.

“Be right back,” I tell him. “Pause it. I don’t want to miss onesecond.”

I race into the kitchen and use a toothpick to check the brownies. When it comes out clean, I remove them and set the pan on a rack to cool while we watch another episode ortwo.

“Okay, ready,” I say, plopping back down on thecouch.

When Caleb doesn’t answer, I glance over athim.

He’sasleep.

I went into the kitchen for two minutes and he fellasleep.

Poorguy.

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