I regret that entire evening.
“It’s going,” I reply, feeling my chest constrict slightly.
It’s just lingering anxiety over my parents, their expectations of me, and also Caleb. The way my heart thunders in my chest every time I see him, hear him, catch a whiff of his scent.
Something is seriously wrong with me.
He’s not someone I’d ever be interested in. Not in looks or personality. The way I’m feeling makes no sense.
Bev leans toward me, her red hair even brighter in the fluorescent lighting of the library, and she nudges me with her foot.
“But we need details, Whit. ‘It’s going’doesn’t cut it. Not after last time.”
I huff and fiddle with the edge of my laptop. “You’re both too nosy. I told you too much last time, and now you won’t let me live in peace.”
“Exactly. You knew what you were doing when you told us all about him. Now Kate and I are living for the details. We both have boring love lives. We need to live vicariously through you.”
I pull on my earlobe as I meet their eager gazes. “There’s no love involved. I barely know the guy. But what I do know is that he’s straight.”
“Sure he is,” Kate says with a roll of her eyes.
“A man like that is,” I say and then swallow, glancing away from my friends. I need to not talk about him right now. I need some space. He’s everywhere.
“He does have a lot of muscles. Show us the picture again.”
I groan as Kate lunges for my phone, but I swipe it away and place it in my pocket. I made the mistake of taking one of him while he wasnapping, a hand down his pants, the other one up his shirt. I should have deleted it.
It’s still on my phone.
“No. I deleted it.”
“Like hell you did,” Bev replies and then opens her hand, wiggling her fingers. As if I’d place my phone in her palm and let her scroll through my pictures.
Absolutely not.
“Go away,” I murmur, and she grins at me, her freckled nose scrunching up adorably.
“I will when you give us something good. You can’t say things like ‘he has a nipple piercing and walks around in just his boxers’ and then say nothing else. We’re invested in this.”
“Bev’s right. This is like a romance novel.”
I sigh and then bite my lip, trying to think of something appropriate to tell them so they’ll leave me alone.
I can’t tell them I heard him jacking off in the shower last night. He thought I was asleep when he got home, but I heard the moan he gave, the sound of it echoing through the wall and right into my dick. And I definitely can’t tell them I had a wet dream right after. The shame that filled me when I woke up in my own mess. I felt like a fucking teenager all over again.
“I really don’t know much about him. He’s gone often, and the times he’s home, he does his own thing. All I know is what I can see.”
“And you see a lot, apparently.”
I roll my eyes, and Bev and Kate giggle like middle-schoolers. So immature.
“You should invite us over. Let us get the lay of the land.”
“Absolutely not. You will never meet him.”
They let out a collective moan, and I shake my head, forcing my mind away from Caleb and back to the task at hand.
“We need to focus. I have to get to class after this.”
