Page 70 of I Wanna Text You Up

Me:Onlynever.

Caleb:LIES!

Caleb:Fifteenminutes.

Me:WAIT. How are you getting here from the busstation?

Caleb:Walking. It’s only about twomiles.

Me:Caleb…

Caleb:Zoe, I’ll be fine. It’ll be good exercise. I didn’t get the chance to work out these last two days so I needit.

Me:Fine, but I’m only agreeing because you have one hot body and I know you like to keep it inshape.

Caleb:You think I’m hot,huh?

Me:Your body ishot.

Caleb:Which means I’Mhot.

Me:No, it means your abs and your ass and your legs and your arms and your back and your jawline and your crooked nose and your stupid sexy full lips and your blue eyes and your hair that’s in desperate need of a cut are hot. You’re a whole differentstory.

Caleb:You make nosense.

Me:Personality, Caleb. Your personality is what makes YOUhot.

Caleb:So I AM hot? Or I’mnot?

Me:You’re sexy. That’s a whole different level ofhot. ;-)

Caleb:Oh. I see what you didthere.

Caleb:Bus just stopped. I’ll see you in abouttwenty.

Twelve

“Iget to whisk it?Whisking is easy. I got this shit.” I shove Caleb out of the way. “Move it. I’m a whisking pro,bro.”

“You’re proud of yourself for that,huh?”

“So proud,” I tell him, whisking away at the creamy Alfredo sauce in the pan as he periodically pours in milk. “This cooking thing is easy sofar.”

“Yeah, you’re not doing too bad. We only had to put out one small fire and start over twice. That’sprogress.”

“Oh, I’m kicking ass and taking names.BAM!”

“Did you just Emeril thatsauce?”

I give it another good whisk. “BAM!BAM!”

Caleb laughs. “You’re not even doing itright.”

“You’re notright.”

“Sure. Okay, I’ve turned the water on for the noodles. Watch that and finish out the sauce while I run up the street to grab garlic bread. You can’t have Alfredo without garlicbread.”

“Sticks—grab sticks. I like eating those more.” He opens his mouth and I lift a finger his way. “Ah, ah, ah, not one dick joke, you gotit?”

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