“Thank you,Zoe.”
“For thebed?”
“For the bed, for the kisses, for the brownies I’ll be eating forbreakfast.”
I lean over and place a kiss on his forehead. “Good night,Caleb.”
“Goodnight.”
Eleven
Ihate myself.
I’ve been lying in bed for the past ten minutes trying to work up the courage tonottext Caleb, because for some ungodly reason, I misshim.
Already.
And I’ve only been awake for thirtyminutes.
I groan and throw my phone back to the end of the bed, refusing to givein.
Iwantto feel bad for liking him, for wanting to spend time with him, but it’s so hard when he makes me feel the way he does. When he kisses me, my whole world is full of color. He makes me feel the way a blank canvas does: excited and nervous and ready for somethingnew.
Me:You ghosted again this morning. Is this going to be our thingnow?
Caleb:It’s Sunday, remember? I have plans onSundays.
Me:Ah, yes. Your mysterious standing Sundayplans.
Caleb:It’s not THAT mysterious. I go “home” on Sundays, make sure shit’sstraight.
Me:And home is in quotesbecause…
Caleb:Because it doesn’t feel likehome.
Caleb:Unlike yourbed. ;-)
Me:You’re trying to distract me with sexytalk.
Me:I’ll allow it. Pleasecontinue.
Me:HOLD THE FUCKINGPHONE
Caleb:*winces* You saw,huh?
Me:Oh, I fucking saw. ALL BUTTWO?
Caleb:They were REALLY good, so it’s all your fault for being such an amazing, beautiful, generous, kind, sexycook.
Me:What are you buttering me upfor?
Me:Did you do somethingelse?
Caleb:No. *bats lashes* I wouldnever.
Me:I swear, if I walk to the fridge and I’m out of chocolate milk, a thunderous doom will rain down uponyou.
Caleb:I’m soscared.