Page 207 of Fame & Chaos

So we say our goodbyes and head home.

The next two weeks are going to be nonstop recording sessions, and right now my entire body feels like it’s shutting down. All I want is a hot shower, my bed, and my girl beside me.

Especially my girl.

It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve been able to touch Indi properly, and I’m getting restless about it. I miss her, not emotionally because she’s been beside me every second, but physically.

I miss her skin.

I miss holding her naked against me.

Hell, she won’t even sleep naked anymore because she’s convinced we won’t be able to control ourselves.

Which… honestly?

She is absolutely right.

“Indi, baby, can we sleep naked tonight?” I call toward the ensuite while she does whatever mysterious skincare ritual women apparently need every night.

“No, Caleb,” she calls back flatly.

“But I just wanna feel your skin against mine. What if I promise not to make any moves?”

“No, Caleb.”

I huff dramatically while climbing into bed wearing joggers, which feels criminal after sleeping naked most of my adult life. “But what if I—”

“It’s not just you who can’t control yourself,” she interrupts from the bathroom. “It’s me too. If we sleep naked, I’m going to want sex just as much as you do.”

My cock instantly twitches at those words.

“Topless then?” I try hopefully.

I hear her laugh softly. “No, Caleb.”

I flop dramatically onto my back and wait for her to come out wearing her usual recovery-approved pajamas. The ones that hide every inch of skin except her hands and feet, like she’s protecting me from temptation.

She walks into the bedroom and turns off the main lights until only the bedside lamp glows softly beside us. “You look suspiciously relaxed,” she says while climbing into bed beside me.

“I’d be a lot more relaxed if you took your top off,” I reply immediately.

She scoffs loudly. “You would not. You’d spend the entire night trying to convince me to take my bottoms off too.” She points at me accusingly. “And that is not happening, Mister It-Still-Hurts-When-I-Laugh-Or-Cough-Or-Move-The-Wrong-Way.” I grin shamelessly. “What exactly do you think sex is going to do to you right now?” she asks.

“Relax me?” I offer hopefully.

She shakes her head while trying not to laugh. “We can try in a couple of weeks,” she says, softer this time while snuggling carefully against my side. “I want your wound fully healed first and your muscles properly recovered. I’m thinking about you here, Caleb. Trust me, I want you just as badly as you want me, but sometimes we have to wait for things.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur obediently. She smiles against my chest. “Can I at least get one grope to tide me over?” I ask hopefully.

Laughing under her breath, she deliberately presses her breasts against my chest.

Victory.

Internally, I high-five myself before carefully sliding my hand over her breast and squeezing gently through her top.

Christ. Even this feels incredible.

Just touching her again settles something inside me. Makes me feel connected to her all over again. “I love you,” I murmur while slowly massaging her breast.