Right now, I just need Caleb to pack.
I point to the bedroom, and Caleb gives me a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
Those words make me shiver, but when he returns a moment later with a plastic bag nearly bursting at the seams, my lips turn into a frown. To say I’m horrified is an understatement.
“What is that?” I ask, eyeing the monstrosity.
“My suitcase,” Caleb says, making me huff.
“You’re a barbarian.”
“Yeah, well, it’s all I got.”
“What college student doesn’t have a suitcase?”
“Me,” he says as he follows me out of the apartment and toward mycar. I place my suitcase in the car, and Caleb chucks his in next to mine, half of the contents spilling out as he does so.
That makes me recoil slightly.
The mess this man makes everywhere he goes.
I shut the trunk, and the two of us slip inside, Caleb fiddling with the window controls.
“Who bought you this car, fancy man?” he asks.
I flick the child locks on when he doesn’t stop messing with it, and Caleb rolls his eyes at me.
“My parents,” I say as we start the drive to his aunt and uncle’s house. The sky darkens as rain rolls in, and my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. It doesn’t rain here often, and driving in it always makes me nervous.
Mainly because people are idiots.
“Your parents rich?” Caleb asks, his arm resting on the center console. It bumps against mine, but neither of us moves away. Just continue to slide against each other.
A certain kind of torture.
“Define rich,” I reply.
“Shit, man,” Caleb says, his finger dragging across the back of my hand.
Pleasure flows through me, and I hold my breath.
He really should stop touching me. It’s detrimental.
“If you have to ask to define your wealth, you’ve got to be filthy rich,” he says.
He has no idea, but with that kind of wealth comes responsibilities I don’t want.
“I suppose.”
He snorts softly as his other fingers join in, stroking the back of my hand. It’s doing things to me. Dangerous things. Things I can’t possibly let myself want.
“You do realize you’re hanging out with a redneck this weekend, yeah?”
I peer over at him. “And why does that matter?”
“We do things differently.”
“I assumed so after meeting your family.”
