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Authors: Shelly Crane
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amusement and enjoyment.
This girl was going to be the death of me.
Well, that was fine. They could write "Died a happy man" on my coffin.
Chapter 7
Maggie
The car ride was possibly one of the most awkward I'd ever e ndured. It was more awkward than the time I caught my parents having sex…before church, and we all had to ride together in that strangely hot, too small car to God's house.
But as we walked into Caleb's apartment, and Beck pushed through us without so much as a 'thank you' to Caleb for letting them crash there, I would have relived that awkward moment with my parents any day.
We had to creep. Beck was wearing Caleb's hoodie and Ralph had on Caleb's hat and whoever's sunglasses had been left in the SUV. They went first and waited for us. Caleb and I waited a few minutes before we went, too. Then Caleb unlocked the door, looking around for anything strange, and let them in . And there we were.
Ralph looked back at Caleb and me with a sympathetic look. "Sorry about her . Thanks for letting us stay here , man . I'm still not quite sure what's going on though." His questioning eyes glanced to me and back to Caleb.
"We'll….talk later," Caleb promised and sighed a s he tossed his keys into a VOLS cup on the hall table . "You two can take the last room on the right. "
Ralph saluted and jogged to catch up to Beck, who was the one who slammed the door, I had no doubt.
As Caleb locked the door behind us, I looked around his walls. I made my way to the fireplace and was impressed with the place. It was nice for a college kid, but the accommodations were definitely more along the lines of a bachelor. There was nothing on the walls. In the living room, there was a couch, an end table and a lamp. End of story.
He did have a couple of photos on his mantle. One of Maria and one of their family. Caleb looked so young there. I picked it up and rubbed my thumb over his photo face. No dust. I eyed the mantle and found no dust there either. So , Caleb had a maid.
"I do," he answered fr om behind me. "Her name is Rose and she comes once a week."
I put the picture back gently, straightening it just as I found it before turning to him. He was leaned with his hip on the arm of the green couch, watching me. But I noticed his lip as he chewed and sucked on it; his nervous tick.
He was nervous that I was here. It gave me pause, but something else took precedence over that.
I was in Caleb's home. Finally.
I grinned before tackling him, both of us falling back onto the soft, green pillows of the couch . He laughed in surprise before I covered his mouth with mine. My knees were bent and his legs were still dangling over the couch arm, but he didn't mind as he pulled me up his body further with his hands on my sides.
I pulled back and held myself up on my elbows. I was already winded, but managed to say, "I love your apartment."
He smiled. "You've only see one room so far."
I shook my head before he was even finished. "Doesn't matter. It's yours. You live here. It's your home."
"It's your home," he countered. He shook his head slowly and reached up to push my hair back. He let his thumb rub my temple as he spoke. "I have wanted to bring you here ever since…the beginning." His mind ran with images of us at the stop light, him talking to his parents about me, picking me up the next day at my Dad's house. "And now you're here. In my space," he said, his voice gravelly and sexy. "Gah…I love it."
"I love it, too."
"And I love you in it." I just smiled down at him at that . " You being here is like a missing puzzle piece finally coming together with the rest of it." I nodded and reveled in the feel of his hands in my hair. He reached up to kiss the corner of my mouth. "Do you want the tour?"
"Not right now I don't," I countered and let my weight fall on him once more. Our lips met spot-on, as if they knew right where to go. Caleb's hands both went und er the hem of my tank and gripped the skin of my sides .
This girl was going to be the death of me.
Well, that was fine. They could write "Died a happy man" on my coffin.
Chapter 7
Maggie
The car ride was possibly one of the most awkward I'd ever e ndured. It was more awkward than the time I caught my parents having sex…before church, and we all had to ride together in that strangely hot, too small car to God's house.
But as we walked into Caleb's apartment, and Beck pushed through us without so much as a 'thank you' to Caleb for letting them crash there, I would have relived that awkward moment with my parents any day.
We had to creep. Beck was wearing Caleb's hoodie and Ralph had on Caleb's hat and whoever's sunglasses had been left in the SUV. They went first and waited for us. Caleb and I waited a few minutes before we went, too. Then Caleb unlocked the door, looking around for anything strange, and let them in . And there we were.
Ralph looked back at Caleb and me with a sympathetic look. "Sorry about her . Thanks for letting us stay here , man . I'm still not quite sure what's going on though." His questioning eyes glanced to me and back to Caleb.
"We'll….talk later," Caleb promised and sighed a s he tossed his keys into a VOLS cup on the hall table . "You two can take the last room on the right. "
Ralph saluted and jogged to catch up to Beck, who was the one who slammed the door, I had no doubt.
As Caleb locked the door behind us, I looked around his walls. I made my way to the fireplace and was impressed with the place. It was nice for a college kid, but the accommodations were definitely more along the lines of a bachelor. There was nothing on the walls. In the living room, there was a couch, an end table and a lamp. End of story.
He did have a couple of photos on his mantle. One of Maria and one of their family. Caleb looked so young there. I picked it up and rubbed my thumb over his photo face. No dust. I eyed the mantle and found no dust there either. So , Caleb had a maid.
"I do," he answered fr om behind me. "Her name is Rose and she comes once a week."
I put the picture back gently, straightening it just as I found it before turning to him. He was leaned with his hip on the arm of the green couch, watching me. But I noticed his lip as he chewed and sucked on it; his nervous tick.
He was nervous that I was here. It gave me pause, but something else took precedence over that.
I was in Caleb's home. Finally.
I grinned before tackling him, both of us falling back onto the soft, green pillows of the couch . He laughed in surprise before I covered his mouth with mine. My knees were bent and his legs were still dangling over the couch arm, but he didn't mind as he pulled me up his body further with his hands on my sides.
I pulled back and held myself up on my elbows. I was already winded, but managed to say, "I love your apartment."
He smiled. "You've only see one room so far."
I shook my head before he was even finished. "Doesn't matter. It's yours. You live here. It's your home."
"It's your home," he countered. He shook his head slowly and reached up to push my hair back. He let his thumb rub my temple as he spoke. "I have wanted to bring you here ever since…the beginning." His mind ran with images of us at the stop light, him talking to his parents about me, picking me up the next day at my Dad's house. "And now you're here. In my space," he said, his voice gravelly and sexy. "Gah…I love it."
"I love it, too."
"And I love you in it." I just smiled down at him at that . " You being here is like a missing puzzle piece finally coming together with the rest of it." I nodded and reveled in the feel of his hands in my hair. He reached up to kiss the corner of my mouth. "Do you want the tour?"
"Not right now I don't," I countered and let my weight fall on him once more. Our lips met spot-on, as if they knew right where to go. Caleb's hands both went und er the hem of my tank and gripped the skin of my sides .
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