Page 11 of Changing Caleb
“Casey, what are you doing?”
I shrug my arms, feigning innocence that I’ve never had. “I figured I’d help you out.”
I move past him, letting the hot water soak my naked body, facing him, making sure he gets a great view. My arms pull up to efficiently wet my long auburn hair as my eyes roam down his soapy bod.
“I…um…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” I ask with a frown, reaching for him. He backs away again, not wanting me to touch him.
“I just…I think that’s better suited for the bedroom.”
I let out a huff. “There are other places we can have sex.”
“Like the storage room? Was that your plan?” he asks. “Because I’m not interested in trying to make your ex jealous.”
“Just forget it,” I mutter and step out of the shower.
I towel dry my hair, which is a complete mess since I didn’t shampoo it. Messy bun it is. He stays in the shower, probably waiting on me to get finished and leave the bathroom.
“Is that what this is about?” Derek asks, shutting the water off and stepping out. “Caleb is back in town, and you’re acting differently.”
“How so? Because I want to spice things up?”
“I didn’t realize we needed to spice things up.”
My eyes go wide. “You won’t even go down on me, Derek! And, for whatever reason, you don’t want me going down on you either! Let’s see, what else is there. Oh, we are limited to the bed and missionary position.”
When I was with Caleb, we did everything. There weren’t any inhibitions between us. He knew how to play my body likea damn fiddle, and I knew his just as well. Fuck. I am acting differently because Caleb’s back.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I’ve been under a lot of stress at school, and now I’ll be helping Jade plan her wedding and…” my voice trails.
“Moving in with me.”
Yeah, that too.
“It’s just a lot of stress.”
He wraps his arms around me. “I understand that. All is forgiven.”
Without any argument. Without any yelling. And definitely without any makeup sex.
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Caleb
Isniff, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out what the foul smell is that’s invaded my truck. I glance over at Brady, and his hand covers his nose and mouth as though he thinks that will help. I gather my shirt up to my nose and smell it, then gag.
“Fuck! It’s me!” I yell, and Brady bursts out laughing.
“It’s both of us!” he admits. “That’s why Lilly and Avery opted to drive separately.”
It hadn’t dawned on me that the girls didn’twantto ride with us. I assumed they wanted to drive separately, so they could eat and get back to work. We started cleaning my house at seven a.m., and I’ll confess, it’s been a slow progress.
No one has lived there for years, and the last person who did live there left behind a mama cat with her litter of kittens. They’ve been having the run of the place ever since.
After lunch, Brady and I have to pack up and head out for a job the crew has booked six hours away. It’ll only take a week, but I’m trusting Lilly and Avery to have the house cleaned whenI get back. With how this morning has gone, I’m counting on a fucking miracle.
“I can guarantee they smell just as bad,” I assure him.
