The way he touched me, the way his fingers roamed. Oh fuck.
I inhale deeply once more and then step out of the car, putting on an air of nonchalance when I’m very much affected.
So much so that I have to hold my breath when he stretches his arms above his head and I see a sliver of his stomach.
Fucking hell.
“Caught you looking,” Caleb says, bumping my shoulder.
I clear my throat, saying nothing, admitting nothing.
He huffs and eyes me for a long moment before tugging his hat down over his head, almost as if he’s trying to hide himself from me.
For someone so open, I’m not sure a hat is going to cut it.
And fuck, he looks good right now, in those torn jeans and the white t-shirt.
I want to slip off each piece of fabric with my fucking teeth. And I never put things in my mouth.
But I want to with him.
“What?” he asks as we step toward the ticket booth.
There are so many people here, and I step a little closer to him, our hands and arms brushing.
“Nothing,” I reply before adding, “You’re like an overeager puppy.”
He winks at me. “Didn’t hear you complain earlier.”
I can’t help but grin when he says that. “If you must know,” I say softly, “I was thinking how handsome you look today.”
His chest puffs out slightly. “That so, Mr. Cristian?”
“Yes, that’s so.”
“You know,” Caleb says, his voice low, “I always thought you’d like someone who dressed more like Magnus.”
Oh, if he only knew.
If he only knew what I thought I knew before meeting him.
I hum under my breath. “I like the hat. It…does things to me.”
His eyebrows rise with that. “That so? Tell me more.”
I glance away and add, “I think you should wear it next time we’re alone.” Then I lean over and mutter, “Backward and with you completely nude.”
Caleb lets out a low groan, and it moves through me, making me shiver slightly. But it’s our turn to step up to buy the tickets, and I see Caleb out of the corner of my eye, placing his hands over his crotch. He’s not discreet at all.
When I tap my card against the reader, Caleb says, “I’ll pay you back for the ticket.”
“I have more money than I know what to do with. It’s my treat.”
Caleb peers over at me. “Does this make me your sugar baby then? Should I call you Daddy?”
I roll my eyes and hand him his ticket. His fingers slide against my palm as he takes it.
Little tease.
