The Junior (College Years 3)

“Caleb…”

“What do you expect? You can’t stand here with your ass in my face and not expect me to do something, am I right?” He shrugs, as if he has no other explanation, and I clutch the skirt tighter, holding it in front of me like some sort of shield.

“I should slap your face,” I say, my voice shaky. My butt cheek still tingles where he touched me, which is crazy.

Unexpected.

Wait. Not really.

“Why? Do you think I took advantage of you?” He rises to his feet, all six-feet plus of him looming over me. I take a step backward as he steps forward, until I’m the one with my back against the wall and he’s standing directly in front of me, the denim skirt I’m still holding the only thing between us. “Or were you trying to tempt me on purpose?”

I was totally trying to tempt him and maybe I shouldn’t have. I’m playing with fire with this guy, and it’s like I’m dying to get burned.

“Because I got the sense you were—toying with me.” He braces his hand on the wall above my head, leaning toward me. “One kiss wasn’t enough, you know.”

Oh God. He would bring up the fact that we’ve kissed. “It was more than one kiss,” I correct him.

“Yeah. Definitely more than one. With lots of tongue too.” He shifts even closer, his body heat radiating, seeping into me. “I’d be down to do it again, you know.”

“Do what?” I ask warily.

“Kiss you. See where that takes us next.” He reaches out, his fingers drifting across my cheek.

I suck in an inaudible breath, dropping my gaze, scared to look at him. Everything about him is potent. Alluring. I want to lean into him and let him kiss me.

Guess he doesn’t need lessons in seduction after all.

“I don’t know…”

He silences me with a finger pressed against my lips, just like he did earlier, when he first shoved his way into my dressing room. He slips his fingers beneath my chin and tilts my face up, our gazes meeting. The intense, sexy look on his face leaves me breathless. I part my lips as he leans in, anticipation racing through my veins as I feel him draw closer, his breath wafting across my face. My eyes drift closed. His mouth hovers above mine—

“How are you doing in there? Do you need any other sizes?” Skylee asks from the other side of the door.

Caleb presses his forehead against mine and I open my e

yes to find his still closed, his expression pained.

“I’m good,” I say, my voice shaky. I clear my throat. “Thank you.”

“Cock-blocked yet again,” he murmurs once she’s gone, right before he pulls away from me. “This is turning into a habit, you know. I’m starting to think it’s never going to happen between us.”

I watch him, hating how everything inside of me feels pulled tight. Like I might explode. All because of an almost kiss, while I’m standing in just my underwear, with one of Caleb’s one-night stands on the other side of the door. “You really believe that?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. So nonchalant. While I’ve got nothing but chaos happening inside of me. “Maybe we are better as just friends.”

Thirteen

Caleb

I’m tired of this near miss shit. Seriously. This woman has been driving me crazy since day one. Day. One. I met her, I was instantly attracted, while she instantly hated me. We haven’t been able to get on the same page since we first crossed paths. When I’m thinking maybe, she’s thinking definitely not. And when she’s considering me, I’m not interested.

Okay, that last part is a lie. I’m always interested. I just try and play it cool with this girl because…I don’t know why. I care about what she thinks of me.

Frustrated, I leave the dressing room, ignoring Skylee when she calls my name. She doesn’t bother asking me again what I’m doing tonight, which is a good thing.

I might’ve taken her up on whatever offer she made.

God, I’m a dick. A sexually frustrated, annoyed, out of my mind dick.