Chasing Red (Chasing Red 1)

She nodded as if she understood.

We sat together quietly. Girls were usually weird and a pain in the butt to play with, but she was…nice.

“How old are you?” I asked.

She wiggled four fingers. “Five.”

“This is five,” I corrected, wiggling five fingers. She didn’t look interested. “I’m seven.”

“Are you still going to give me that sandwich?”

I chuckled and handed it to her. She looked at it for a moment, sniffing it before she unwrapped it and took a small bite. Her eyes widened. “Mmm…peanut butter is my favorite sandwich forever starting today.”

I laughed.

Facing the water, I dangled my feet low enough to touch the surface. When I turned to Batgirl again, I saw Red’s face.

She smiled at me and reached for me, tracing my eyebrows, my nose, my lips with her fingers. “Thanks for the sandwich, Caleb.”

When I opened my eyes, there was Red’s beautiful face, her dark cat eyes staring at me in surprise.

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Veronica

“Good morning,” Caleb murmured, his voice rough from sleep. “I dreamed of you.” Then he flashed a naughty I-am-going-to-get-you-in-trouble smile. “Wanna know what it was?”

The sunlight reflecting in his eyes made them almost seem transparent. His arm was still draped across my chest, his leg pinning me to the mattress. Even through my tank top and bra, I felt the heaviness of his arm and the warmth of his skin. A blush crept onto my cheeks, and I knew I probably looked like a ripe tomato.

I yelped as his arm hooked around my waist and pulled me closer. I quickly scooted away and jumped off the bed.

I didn’t want him to smell my morning breath.

I darted to the bathroom, glancing in the mirror and groaning when I saw that my hair looked like a bird’s nest. After a storm. Grabbing my brush, I attacked my hair, desperately trying to tease out the snarls and twists. It was so thick and long that it took me a few minutes to make it look presentable. I washed my face and brushed my teeth as fast as I could. Just as I was drying my mouth with a towel, Caleb came in.

His hair was mussed from sleep, his eyes bright and happy and so green as they met mine in the mirror. His sweatpants were riding low on his hips as he lifted his T-shirt and scratched his flat stomach.

I took a step back when he started toward me. He raised his eyebrows.

“Can’t handle me in the morning, can you?” he drawled, his eyes dancing with mischief.

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sp; He kept walking closer, and I kept backing away until I hit the wall.

He grinned. “Nowhere to go?” His voice was as dangerous as the big, bad wolf’s.

A very sexy big, bad wolf.

He was so close that I had to tilt my head up to see his face. Good Lord, he looked so good he should be illegal.

“Want to shower with me?” he whispered.

I gulped and shook my head. My voice seemed to have left me.

“Is that a no?” he teased.

I nodded, then shook my head again.