Page 95 of I Wanna Text You Up

Caleb and I have been sharing a bed for a few weeks now and, much to my surprise, it’s been tame. We’ve spent several nights kissing until our lips are numb, but it’s not moved any further thanthat.

He clicks off the TV and stands, holding his hand out to me. “Comeon.”

I place my hand in his and let him pull me up. “But I’m notsleepy.”

“If you at least come lie down, I’ll make sure to wear youout.”

He sends me a saucy wink, and I barely hold in my laugh as we make our way down the hall to mybedroom.

Our nighttime routine is habit now. Caleb pees then brushes his teeth while I slip off my bra. Then I brush my teeth while he changes into his sleep pants, moves all the pillows off the bed, and folds the coversdown.

Coming back into the bedroom from the bathroom, I click off the light just as Caleb’s pulling the blanket up and around hisneck.

“Ugh. Am I going to have to fight you for the covers all night longagain?”

“Maybe…but you secretly likeit.”

“How could I possibly like it?” I say, climbing into bed and nestling down next tohim.

“Because then I’m all warm and cozy and you get to snuggle up close tome.”

“Is that what you think? That Ilikesleeping plastered to your side so your boner pokes me in the back all nightlong?”

“Yes.”

I laugh at his honesty. “You’re only halfright.”

“That’s good enough for me.” Caleb stretches an arm around me and pulls me closer to him. “Hi,” he says on anexhalation.

“Hi.”

He presses a feather-light kiss against my forehead and Isigh.

“Did you justsigh?”

I stiffen at his question, self-conscious. “No.”

His body shakes with laughter. “Liar.”

“You are soannoying.”

“But you likeme.”

“That’s highlydebate—”

Caleb’s lips capture my own, and suddenly we’re lost in akiss.

The way he moves his mouth over mine, the way his soft lips feel, it’s all so…noteworthy, and I can’t seem to get enough of him. I want more—somuchmore.

We roll until he’s lying on top of me, our lips never once disconnecting. I’m pressed against all his good parts as his mouth continues to work mine over, his tongue pushing against the seam of my lips. I open for him and nearly sigh again as he invades mymouth.

His movements are so slow, calculated. It’s like he’s making love to my mouth. His hips are rolling into me just as his tongue sweeps over mine. He knows exactly what he’s doing tome.

He pulls his mouth from mine, running his lips down my chin and over my throat before blazing a path down to my chest. His hands snake under the t-shirt I’m wearing, slowly climbing higher and higher until I can feel his fingers graze the undersides of mybreasts.

We’ve never gone this far before. He knows, and I know ittoo.

His eyes find mine, seeking permission, and Inod.

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