Page 81 of I Wanna Text You Up

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“…give it to ya.”

“Please. Stop. I am beggingyou.”

“Excuse me.” I pause mid-booty shake. “You’re the one who said you wanted to see this assshake.”

I continue gyrating, swinging my hips in circles before letting my arms loose and giving my whole body a shake. All the while I stare Caleb down, a smirk on mylips.

He’s hating this, and I’m loving every minute ofit.

“I did, and that was my mistake, which I am very,verysorry formaking.”

“That’s just mean,Caleb.”

“And true. We cannot forget how true it is.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his arms, landing a kiss on my neck. “You are a horrible singeranddancer.” His lips find my ear. “But you’re still sexy ashell.”

I attempt to wrestle away from him, swatting at his hands with the spatula I’m holding. “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to burnbreakfast.”

“Fine, fine.” He releases me and steps away. “The floor is yours, ChefZoe.”

I point the spatula his way as I walk backward to the stove. “You are a smartass this morning—ameansmartass.”

“Hey, I’m just sayin’, we don’t want you breaking your stellar no-burnt-eggs-and-bacon track record…even though you are cheating with thebacon.”

“Oh my gosh, I amnotcheating! It’s still bacon, isn’tit?”

“Pre-cooked bacon, Zoe. Pre-cooked.”

“You really want to trustmeto frybacon?”

“You can always put it in the oven. That requires no skill.” He winks at me. “And you can even use your favorite thing: atimer.”

“You can put bacon in theoven?”

“Yes? Did you not knowthat?”

“I…I thought you were supposed to fry it. My whole life has been alie.”

He chuckles at me. “Next time we have Breakfast and Beats, I’ll showyou.”

I flip the eggs in the pan, shaking my head. “My mind is blown right now, Caleb, completely blown. My life is about to change. I can have real baconagain.”

He snaps his fingers. “Ha! Even you know it tastesdifferent!”

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me. “Everyoneknows it tastes different. It’s simply the price you pay for convenience and those extra five to ten minutes of sleep in themorning.”

“I don’t think I can argue there. I do love me somesleep.”

“But you never get enough. You’re always on the go.” I move the eggs onto a plate and grab a few pieces of bacon that have been slowly heating in another pan, sliding those onto the plate. I carry it over to Caleb and pin him with a stern stare. “Hence why you’re missing our Rocky Horror date tonight.Jerk.”

“Thank you,” he says, picking up the hot sauce he got out and pouring it over his eggs. “You’re stillgoing?”

“Ofcourse.”

“Even withoutme?”

I make my way back over to the stove and crack two eggs for myself. “I’ve always gone without you. It’s a monthly showing and I haven’t missed oneyet.”

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