Naomi grinned at me. “Well! I have some, uhhh, online shopping to do! It was really nice to meet you, Ryan,” she chirped cheerfully. “See ya tomorrow!”
Then she was gone.
I frowned at her abrupt departure and moved to stand up, but suddenly, Cal was on his knees in front of me. He gently pinched my chin between his fingers and turned my head to the side, closely inspecting Naomi’s work.
His touch sent a spark of excitement through me, and my heart was thudding so hard in my chest that I was sure he could hear it.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, and I didn’t think he was talking about Naomi’s makeup job. Before I could respond, he leaned forward, leaving feather-light kisses on my cheek where the bruises were still tender beneath the makeup.
I swallowed, feeling shaky and nervous at his proximity.
“Umm, she might come back,” I whispered, pulling away slightly, even though no part of me wanted him to stop.
“No, she won’t,” he assured me, leaving a line of feather light kisses down my jawbone to the corner of my mouth.
His lips were so soft, and my entire body buzzed with his touch, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the bathroom door. It was wide open, and I hadn’t had time to wrap my head around what happened earlier. I wasn’t ready for anyone to see us together like this. It was bad enough that Theo had seen him giving me head the other night. At leastthatI could blame on the alcohol.
Gently, I slid my hand up Cal’s chest and pushed him back, clearing my throat.
“How about a tour?” I asked roughly, trying to subtly put space between us. My stomach was clenched with a confusing mix of arousal and anxiety.
I just needed some space.
Cal pulled back, his eyelids heavy. He gave me a lazy grin and nodded.
“Of course. Anything you want. What do you want to see first?” he asked, and I smirked.
“I want to see where you sleep.”
Cal’s grin widened. “Trying to get me into bed, ginger snap?” he asked coyly, and I chuckled, shaking my head.
“No. I want to learn more about you.” I gestured to the bright coastal bathroom we were currently sitting in. “I’m already surprised by this house. This isn’t anything like what I was expecting your home to look like.”
Cal stood up and slid his hand into mine, pulling me up with him.
“And what kind of place did you see me living in?” he asked me as he tugged me out of the bathroom and down the hall.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Some dark, sketchy basement apartment filled with dead bodies. “
Cal burst out laughing, shooting a grin over his shoulder.
“Come on, I have more taste than your average serial killer. Couldn’t you tell by all my sick rides?” He shoved open a door at the end of the hall to reveal a large, clean bedroom.
The walls were painted a dark charcoal, and the king-size bed was low to the ground. The floating headboard was backlit with red LED lights, and the fluffy duvet was made of crushed black velvet.
I scanned the room, taking in the framed posters of what I assumed were various dubstep DJs playing at shows. Beneaththe window on the far wall was a black desk that held three monitors attached to a PC with fiberglass casing and red LED lights that matched the ones framing his bed.
ItscreamedCal in such a sophisticated, modern way.
I kind of loved it.
“I don’t know why, but I wasn’t expecting you to be this neat. For some reason, I expected your room to look like a bomb hit it,” I muttered, wandering farther into his room.
“Yeah, well. I don’t sleep here often. If I did, I’m sure it would be much messier.”
I turned away from a‘Tomorrowland’poster and frowned at him. He was leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, watching me explore his space.
He didn’t sleep here?
