The Junior (College Years 3)

He kisses me right there in front of the succulents, and I pull away quickly before I lose my head. He has that effect on me.

I finally choose a plant and pay for it, then walk over to the red building where they serve ice cream and other yummy treats. I’m not that hungry but Caleb says he’ll share, and I laugh when he gets three scoops of ice cream, each a different flavor.

“I thought you were in training,” I remind him as he purchases his ice cream.

“I’m sharing with you,” he says as he hands over his cash to the store employee. “Besides, I can have a cheat day.”

I don’t mention the gas station food. “I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to burn those calories off.”

“Yep, and every way I’ve thought of involves you,” he says with a smirk.

I laugh as we exit the store, opening my mouth as he serves me a bite of peach ice cream. It’s cool and bursting with flavor and I make a humming noise as I swallow it down.

He stares at me with wide, unblinking eyes. “Keep making that noise and I can’t be held accountable for what I might do next.”

“Stop,” I say with a giggle.

He settles into a giant rocking chair that sits in front of the store and he grabs my hand, pulling me down onto his lap. We sit there and eat ice cream together, Caleb feeding me bites, me making that same humming noise every time. His arm tightens around my waist, his fingers digging into my side when I do it, and I can’t help but laugh.

I am having way too much fun with this man.

I didn’t think it could be like

this, especially with Caleb.

He offers me another bite of the peach ice cream—my favorite—and I open my mouth like a baby bird, eyeing the spoon hovering in front of my mouth with anticipation. At the last second, he swoops in and kisses me instead, his lips tasting of peach. Same with his tongue.

It’s one of the most delicious kisses I’ve ever had.

Caleb pulls away with a faint smile curling his lips. “Couldn’t resist.”

“I still want my bite.” I grab his wrist and guide the spoon to my mouth, where the milky sweetest melts on my tongue. “This was a bad idea.”

He frowns. “Why do you say that?”

“I can feel my ass spreading with every bite.”

“I like this ass.” He smooths his hand over it. “I like it a lot.”

Caleb leans down like he’s going to kiss me again when we hear a voice screech his name.

“Caleb?”

A familiar female voice.

“Gracie???”

Oh shit, a very familiar voice.

We both glance up at the same time to find of all people Baylee standing in front of us, hand in hand with that Carson guy. She’s still with him.

Good for her.

“Baylee. What’s up?” Caleb sounds cool and calm. Like it’s no big deal that we’re running into the one girl he wasn’t able to quit for years.

I immediately feel self-conscious. Especially because I told her I was quitting him only two months ago and now here I am, sitting on his lap and letting him feed me ice cream and feel me up.

“Hi,” Baylee says, her questioning gaze sliding over to me. “Didn’t expect to find the two of you together.”