“I understand. Come in— Cal’s room is on the top floor. Do you want a drink?”
I declined, and made my way up the stairs, looking for the next set of stairs to reach the top floor. My legs shook as I climbed up the ladder-like stairs to a dark wooden door, knocking softly.
I heard his footsteps crossing the room, and the door swung open to reveal no other than Cal Fallon. He wore grey pants and a black vest that hung low over his chest, his incredible body on display for me to admire. He studied me for a moment, before he allowed the door to open wide enough for me to squeeze past him.
I held my breath, refusing to fall victim to that tantalising scent again.
Okay, I’m in his room.Breathe.
“You’re early—that’s cute. Come in.”
I needed to stop swooning every time he spoke. I was just another girl to him. I needed to behave like I had a boyfriend and a brain.
His bed was a mess, the curtains were closed and there were clothes all over the floor. He sat on the bed and patted the space next to him.
“Why do you seem so scared whenever you’re near me? We have to work together—you need to relax. I won’t try anything with you, I promise,” he grinned.
A flash of annoyance zipped through me as I remembered him with Krystal that morning.
What did I just say to myself?
Yet there I was, jealous that he had kissed the school slut.
Get a grip, Gretchen.
“Yes, I know, I saw you with your girl this morning,” I said before I could consider my words.
His eyes widened as he turned to look at me, bemused.
“My girl, you say? When did you see me, anyway?”
I shrugged, my cheeks flushing.
“Krystal. This morning, I passed you on the way to school.”
He gazed at me and smiled.
“Did you now? You should’ve said ‘hey.’”
He didn’t deny her being his girl; this annoyed me more than anything else.
“I didn’t think you had any spare oxygen for conversation, Cal,” I said, which only made him laugh.
“Anyway,” I huffed, reaching for my bag.
He stopped me, his hand on mine as I froze, electricity running between us as we touched.
“Are youjealous? Could it be that Little Miss Girlfriend is jealous?”
He was so close to me I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to punch him for being right, but I made a face at him and moved his hand away from me, reaching back into my bag.
“What? Don’t flatter yourself,” I denied with an eye roll, refusing to look at him.
I pulled out two notebooks with a flourish, handing him one as he looked at me.
“Here you go,” I smiled, wondering why he was gazing at me like that.
“So, you spill all your darkest fantasies for me, I write them down and tell your horny as fuck boyfriend, so he can finally have his wicked way with you? Wonderful, happy to help,” he laughed bitterly as he lit a cigarette.
