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I thought spending the day watching Caleb do his thing would be awesome. Unfortunately, by the time the day is out, I’m aching, fed up, and exhausted. Oh, and a little frustrated that I’ve spent hours looking at that body but not been able totouch.
“Hey, any chance of a ride home?” I ask after knocking on Caleb’s dressing room door. He’s stood in front of a mirror rough drying his hair with a towel and wearing only a pair of boxers. The sight improves my moodinstantly.
“You didn’t want to mention that you’d swindled a job here today then?” he asks, sounding a little pissed off and completely ignoring myquestion.
“I arranged it weeks ago. I thought it would befun.”
“Fun?”
“Yeah, spending the day staring at you seemed like a good idea.” I see him soften a little with myanswer.
“Seemedlike a goodidea?”
“Yeah, well, I kinda forgot I’d end up spending the day being bossed around and having to look at you from a distance when I know how fucking good this body feels under my hands,” I explain as I step up to him and run my hand around his hip to grab hisarse.
“Taylor,” hewarns.
“What? No one can seeus.”
“It’s notthat.”
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not backing away after lastnight.”
“Ijust—”
“Don’t trust me. I know. Let me prove myself to you. Please,” I say. “I’m willing to get on my knees and beg if necessary,” I add with awink.
Caleb doesn’t respond so I go to drop to the floor, more than willing to prove this point to him. I didn’t get a chance to taste him last night, and that’s something I want to rectify as soon aspossible.
Before I get very far, Caleb reaches out and grabs my forearm. “Not here. Let’s go get dinner.” I almost argue but I’m fucking starving, and not just for him, so I agree and wait while he getsdressed.
“Taylor?”
“Yeah?” I ask, lifting my head from where it was resting against thewall.
“Maybe we should order a takeaway,” Caleb says with asmile.
* * *
Ifellasleep on the sofa not long after I’d polished off the curry Caleb ordered when we got home last night. I vaguely remember him pulling me from the sofa and depositing me in my bed. I was disappointed when I realised he didn’t stay with me but I was so exhausted that I soon fell straight back tosleep.
Thankfully, I wake to the sound of him banging around in thekitchen.
“Hey, sleep well?” he asks when I appear in the doorway a few minuteslater.
“Like you wouldn’tbelieve.”
“I think I would from the snoring coming from your room,” he says with alaugh.
“Come here,” I say as I reach out and grab the fabric of his t-shirt in my fist and pull him tome.
“Morning breath,” he says, turning his head away from me. “Brush your teeth and then I’ll considerit.”
“You’ll consider it?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t get a choice,” I say over my shoulder as I make my way to the bathroom to do as I’mtold.
“Better?” I ask when I reappear. I blow a stream of minty fresh breath into his face and wait forconfirmation.
“Ugh, if I have to,” he tries to say seriously, but his twitching lip gives himaway.
