I left him standing there, speechless.
Now I'm staring out the car window, lost in thought, until Gavin stirs in the backseat with a loud yawn, then he immediately jumps into telling me about his night.
"—and then this lady with a peacock feather in her hair kept talking about her rescue chinchillas for like twenty minutes," he says, apparently fully awake now and launching into stories about the night.
Caleb's warm hand finds mine in the darkness. Looking over to see him watching me, worry clear in his eyes.
"You okay?" he mouths.
Nodding, I squeeze his hand. Whatever his father thinks, I'm not going anywhere.
Caleb nods at me, then looks back. "Poor Gavin, trapped by rodent enthusiasts while we were raising actual money."
"Hey, I learned a lot about exotic pet regulation!" Gavin says, laughing. "You two seem cozy up there. Something happen at this fancy shindig I should know about?"
Caleb's fingers tighten around mine. "Just... clarified some things."
"About time," Gavin says as we pull into the frat house driveway. He glances between us with a smirk. "So... you guys heading straight to bed, huh?"
Caleb and I exchange a look. The heat creeping up my neck has fuck-all to do with embarrassment and everything to do with getting him alone.
"Don't answer that," Gavin laughs, holding up his hands. "I'm wishing you both amazing, earth-shattering, mind-blowing man sex. Use protection. Stay hydrated. Don't break any furniture."
Caleb turns crimson while I sputter.
"And I'll be wearing noise-cancelling headphones tonight," Gavin calls after us as we practically sprint toward the door, his booming laughter following us inside.
We make it to the staircase before Caleb grabs my tie and pulls me into a searing kiss that has my back hitting the wall. His mouth is hot and demanding against mine, and I can feel every point where our bodies connect.
"Your room," he breathes against my lips. "Now."
"Impatient." Pulling back enough to look at him. His eyes are dark with want, his pupils are so dilated the brown is barely visible.
"You have no idea," he growls, tugging me toward the stairs. "I've been thinking about this since that first night when youturned up your nose at me and you were wearing those stupid blue light glasses."
Stopping mid-step. "My glasses? Really?"
He looks embarrassed for a split second before recovering. "Glasses, computer skills, the whole grumpy hot nerd aesthetic. Can we file the specifics of my attraction later and get to your room?"
We stumble up the stairs, barely breaking contact. My hands constantly return to his waist, his shoulders, and the soft hair at the nape of his neck. I fumble with my keys at my door, Caleb pressed against my back, his lips on my neck, making it nearly impossible to focus.
"I'd make a joke about you not being able to find the right hole," he whispers against my ear, "but I'm hoping that won't be a problem later."
The key finally slides in after fumbling at his words. "Trust me, finding the right spot won't be an issue."
The moment we're inside, I kick the door shut and spin him around, pressing him against it. His pupils are blown wide, lips already swollen from our kisses.
"The way you stood up for me tonight," he says, hands working at my tie. "With my brothers... I've never had anyone do that before."
Pressing my forehead to his.Someone should've been doing this for him all along."Get used to it."
His breath hitches as my hands slide beneath his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. "James..."
"Wait." Though it kills me to pause, I lean back. "We should talk first."
Caleb groans. "Now? Really?"
"Just the basics." His fingers work my shirt buttons open, making focus next to impossible. "What position do you prefer?"
