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He watches me, then reaches down between us. I narrow my gaze, but it isn’t until he lifts my leg and positions himself at my entrance do I release a breathy sigh.

He tips my hips back and slowly enters me. The stretch makes me ache, and I squirm. He holds me still until he’s fully inside me.

But he doesn’t move.

Instead, he exhales and whispers, “Sleep.”

“With you…?”

“I like a little torture, too.” He chuckles. “Just try.”

I could be petulant and throw a fit. Reach down and finish off the job myself—a scary proposition with Caleb wrapped up in me. I could beg him some more.

Yet, I doubt any of that would work.

Still. I close my eyes, and there’s no doubting that he’s right behind me. There’s no space at all between us. He shifts his hips slightly, sliding deeper, and I groan.

“Thank you,” I mumble.

“For what?”

“Chasing away my nightmares.”

He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Anytime. Sleep now, love.”

Chapter 36

Caleb

No one talks to me in the courtyard. Going to school when Margo is lying at home,hurt, just sets my teeth on edge. Theo, Liam, and Eli create a buffer. The doors open, and we walk down the hall, and they run impeccable defense.

I’m not sure what it is about us that attracts girls like bees to honey. The metaphor should be the other way around: we’re the ones who sting, not them.

Eli heads off Amelie, grabbing her shoulders and spinning her away.

If I find Ian, I’m going to beat his fucking head in. I’ve already done it once this semester, but clearly the lesson didn’t stick. I already got in trouble for it, too. The principal gave me a stern talking-to about how I couldn’t touch a hair on his pretty little head… but I’m not against ulterior strategies.

Like circumventing his head and cutting off his dick.

Theo glances at me out of the corner of his eye. He’s the darkest fucker I know. It isn’t a surprise that he can tell I’m boiling on the inside. It’s why we’re friends—there’s a madness in him, too.

We file into homeroom, and I nod at him. Ian is leaning against Amelie’s desk. I grit my teeth, and Theo steps in front of me.

Ian doesn’t so much as look up as we enter.

Waiting for homeroom to end is torture. Each tick of the second hand buries itself in my eardrums.

Finally, it’s over.

Liam grins at Eli. “Race you.”

They bolt toward the door, and Liam’s foot catches Ian’s bag. He flicks his toe, sending the bag flying. How many times did they do that to Margo? Not Ian, but Amelie and her cheerleaders?

Ian scowls, then collects his things. Theo and I linger and exit the room just after of him. We follow him toward his next class, and I look over at Theo.

“You ready?” he asks.

I roll my shoulders.

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