I shift and realize Cal is already awake.
“We need to talk.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say as I mentally cringe. He must think I’m such a weirdo.
He puts his arm around me. “I think if I keep sleeping with you like this, I’m going to explode. You’re making me crazy, Silvie.”
My body reacts before my brain can fully intervene. Well, that escalated quickly. I want Cal so bad. And I wasn’t sure if he wanted me. Or was just being a nice guy.
His hand tightens at my waist, fingers holding me like he’s grounding himself. I lift my head to look at him. His hair is a mess, his eyes are dark, and his jaw is tight. There’s absolutely no mistaking what is happening between us right now. His body is solid and hot and very aware of mine. He wants me, I want him.
We stare at each other for a moment too long.
“I’m an idiot.” I scramble to try to get off of him, limbs suddenly everywhere, mortification flooding me. “I will take your couch from now on. I can sleep on the couch forever. You know what? I’ll sleep on a hammock outside with Iggy. I’ll build a pillow fort. I’ll exile myself.”
“Silvie.”
I keep going. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Silvie.”
“I will never touch you ever again,” I promise.
He sits up suddenly. “You’re not sleeping on the couch, in a pillow fort, or outside. Or anywhere else.”
I sigh. “I can’t be trusted. What do we do?”
“We bang each other senseless,” he says in a teasing voice that doesn’t feel like teasing.
My jaw drops. Then I close it. “You think that’s the solution?”
“It absolutely is.”
“No.”
“Fine, if that’s what you want.” He smirks.
“I don’t want to make this weird.” I shake my head. “It’s already so weird, isn’t it?”
His gaze softens. “Whatever this is? I like it. I likeyou.”
I open my mouth to argue again, and that’s when he stands up. One second, we’re at eye level, and the next, his hands are on my hips, and he lifts me clean off the floor and onto him like I weigh nothing.
I gasp, instinctively wrapping my legs around him.
“Cal,” I breathe.
His jaw tightens. “I want you so bad, Silvie. And I think you want me too. Why are you running from this?”
“I’m not running,” I lie.
“Yeah, you are.”
I grab his shoulders. “Put me down.”
“No.”
He carries me a few steps and then presses me up against the wall. I feel his hard cock against me, and I practically pant. His hands are firm on the backs of my thighs, grounding, not rough, but greedy.
