Page 99 of I Wanna Text You Up

“Do.”

I can see the grin that overtakes his face in myperipheral.

“Told you you wantedme.”

I glare over at him. “Shutup.”

“It’s okay. I want youtoo.”

“That was made evident lastnight.”

“Speaking of last night…your nipples—when did you getthose?”

“Not too long ago, maybe six months.” I place my hand on his leg, running my fingers in circles, moving closer and closer to his dick. “You’re the first to seethem.”

Caleb coughs and shifts in his seat. “I am,huh?”

“Yep.”

“That, uh, is something Ilike.”

“Yeah?” I say, my fingers inching closer and closer to his growingerection.

“I’m driving,Zoe.”

“So?”

“Get your hand away from mydick.”

“Or…”

“Or two can play thisgame.”

“You could always pull the car over,” Isuggest.

“Not gonna happen. We have a schedule and I’m sticking to it. Besides, do you want to explain to your parents why we’re late to meet them? I don’t want their first impression of me to be that I can’t be ontime.”

I pull my hand away at the mention of my parents, crossing my arms and pretending to pout. “Fine. Youwin.”

“That’s what Ithought.”

Another few miles pass before I ask, “So, doyouwant to? Date, Imean.”

“I’m down if you’redown.”

“I’m going to tell them you’re my boyfriendthen.”

His head snaps my way. “Wait, who?What?”

Laughing, I gently push his attention back to the road. “Watch where you’re going. I’m going to tell my parents you’re myboyfriend.”

“Iam?”

“We agreed we want to date, right? So I guess that makes you my boyfriend.” I pause. “And I let you touch my lady bits and see my nipples—thattotallymakes you myboyfriend.”

He shakes his head, amused. “I guess itdoes.”

“So it’s settled,right?”

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