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If anyone should be pissy, it should be me, considering I’d had to get off in my hand and not a hot body. It wasn’t the outcome I preferred, but at least alone I was able to picture who I wanted when my orgasm spiked—didn’t have to fake it or wish I’d been deep inside someone else.
Had Caleb pictured my face when he came last night? Was that why he was giving Daire a run for his money in the scowling department?
Hell, I’d done him a favor. A simple thank you would’ve sufficed.
As I waited for the elevator doors to close after a long school day, I heard a familiar voice say, “Hold the door.”
As I stuck my foot out to block the sensor, Caleb slipped inside, his bag falling off his shoulder. When he looked up and realized it was me he’d be sharing the confined space with, his face fell.
Not exactly a look that made me all warm and fuzzy.
I moved my booted foot from the door, letting them fall closed, and the air immediately grew thick with tension.
“You don’t look happy to see me,” I said, leaning back casually against the wall. He looked wound too tight, his back stiff, his jaw clenched. “I thought I’d be the reason you’d be feeling pretty damn good today.”
He looked everywhere but at me.
“No need to be embarrassed?—”
“I’m not.”
“You sure about that?” I leaned to the right to get in his sightline, but he dropped his chin, clearly in avoidance mode. “Did you not have a good time last night?”
“None of your business.”
“Isn’t it?” No scratch marks on his arms from the wicked nails Bronwyn sported. No hickeys on the smooth skin of his neck. His full lips didn’t look any more swollen than usual. Any of those things would’ve been evidence of a fun night between the sheets.“So, how was she? I didn’t hear any ‘Oh Caleb’ last night, but maybe she’s more the silent type. She did look a little…sweet.”
Caleb pinned me with a glacial stare.
I grinned. “What? I’m not allowed to ask?”
The elevator doors opened, and Caleb shot out of them like his ass was on fire. Chuckling, I sauntered into the hall after him.
“You know, you’re not acting like someone who had hot sex last night.”
He stopped in front of our condo, reaching into his pockets for his key card and coming up short. “Shit.”
“Let me.” I moved in beside him, brushing up against his arm as I scanned my card. The second it unlocked, he burst through the door. The speed at which he was trying to get away from mewas amusing, if not a little insulting. “Damn, you got another hot date tonight?”
“Leave it, Travis,” he said, dropping his bag on the floor and heading to the kitchen, where he pulled the fridge open and grabbed a beer.
Whatever was bothering him, it was clear he had a solution—drink his problems away. I could get on board with that. I was a master at drowning my sorrows in a bottle. But those horrible beers were not going to get the job done.
I tossed my bag on one of the barstools and eyed the colorful label on the bottle he had a death grip on.
“If you want to get drunk, you’re going to need more than the four of those you have in there.”
“Who said I want to get drunk?”
“You usually head straight for a beer after school?”
Caleb eyed me across the kitchen counter. “I was thirsty.”
“I mean, if you want to drink, go for it. But let me make you something better than that.” I rounded the end of the counter and as I moved into his space, Caleb sidestepped me.
“I don’t need you to do anything for me,thanks.”
Surly Caleb was in the house, and he was barely keeping a lid on his temper. Interesting that he was even trying—usually he’d tell me to fuck off and be done with it. But for some reason he was avoiding the confrontation he so desperately wanted to have.
