I move carefully, hoping not to wake Caleb. I’m not quite sure what to say when I’m sleep mussed, my hair is clearly on the path to being a bird’s nest, and I probably have makeup smudged around my eyes. Let’s not even talk about what my breath smells like, given that I downed half a Vincenzo’s pizza last night and then didn’t brush my teeth. I highly doubt I’m pulling off cute, sleepy girl like Eva Mendes did inHitch.
I shove my hand down between one of the cushions and finally come up successful. I turn off the alarm.
“Do we have to get up already?” a husky voice asks, and I whirl to see Caleb eyeing me with groggy eyes, a half smile, and doing “adorable sleepy man” with flying colors.
“You probably don’t.” I try to smooth down my hair and end up just twisting it and pulling it over one shoulder. It will have to do. “I’m guessing that showering and putting on a suit is only going to take about twenty minutes tops.”
He chuckles and shifts to sit up as well. “You would be right.” He rubs a hand over his face and through his hair. And somehow he looks as though the messy look of his hair is entirely on purpose. This isn’t fair, and also I’m going to melt into the couch at how much I want to lean over and kiss him right now.
“I, however, still have to drive home and do hair and makeup so we can get to the wedding on time.”
He pretends to study me seriously. “You’re saying you weren’t planning on wearing my hoodie?”
I laugh. “Not exactly.”
“I think it looks great on you.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “Perfect, I’ll wear it home, then.” Yeah, I sounded totally cool and a little flirty but not too obvious.
His smile widens. “Fine with me.” He stands, then offers me a hand to help me up. “How much time do you need before I pick you up?” he asks as I stand up next to him.
He’s still holding my hand. I don’t want to leave. I mentally calculate how quickly I can get wedding-guest presentable. “An hour,” I say reluctantly. “An hour and fifteen minutes counting the drive—Wait! Your car is still at my house.I’llhave to come and get you.”
“Then you’d have even less time to get ready. What kind of boyfriend does that to his girlfriend?” he points out, shaking his head.
Lots of guys, actually. But it doesn’t surprise me that Caleb is basically horrified by the very idea. And I know, I know, I knowthat he means the fake kind of boyfriend and girlfriend, and still afterwaking up next to him, the words make me suck in a breath. Especially after last night, I want it to be real. The man watched an old romcom just because I mentioned it and then acted like it was no big deal. He’s freaking perfect.
“So,” I manage to say. “That’s what we’ve decided to call it.”
“Guess we had a talk about it last night after everyone was asking.” He grins at me.
“That was smart of us.”
“I’ll get a LetsRide over to your house,” he says, speaking of the rideshare app.
“Caleb—”
“No arguing.”
Ugh. He’s so good. I have no chance of not falling head over heels for him.
“I had a lot of fun last night,” he continues, not giving me another chance to argue even if I wanted to.
“So did I,” I say quickly. Also, please note we are still holding hands.
“Do it again?” he asks.
“Absolutely.” I nod so fast and enthusiastically that I’m in danger of nodding my head right off.
He pulls me into a hug, resting his head against mine.
I am in heaven. Total heaven. Maybe I will wear this hoodie to the wedding just so I can stay right here up until the moment we have to leave. It’s so much more convenient anyway! Caleb wouldn’t have to take a LetsRide anywhere.
“See you in an hour or so?” he says, voice still gravelly from sleep.
“Yeah.” I don’t move. He doesn’t either.
He chuckles and finally lets me go. “Sorry, guess I’m not fully awake. Hope I don’t fall asleep in the middle of the ceremony.”
