Page 51 of A Temporary Forever

“Caleb,” she warns. “You really want to be living with a woman you bang once?”

“Why once?”

“Be serious about this. We might be trapped together for three years. If we shag now, it will be a very long three years.”

“Or we would get it out of our systems.”

“I don’t think I would be able to pretend like nothing happened. Besides, I’m friends with your sister, and it feels weird. I wouldn’t be able to tell her, and I don’t know how I feel about that.”

Fuck. The last thing I want is Saar discussing my sex life with her friends. “I’m sure she’d be okay not knowing. Nobody needs to know.”

She puffs out a breath, blowing away the hair that has fallen into her face. “Clearly, we’re both experiencing sexual frustration. Why don’t we come up with a system that will allow you to bring women home?”

“I don’t bring women here.”

She snaps her head to me, her eyebrows shooting up. “What do you mean?”

“You’re the first woman, besides Saar, who’s been to this apartment.”

She stares at me like I’ve just presented an irrefutable argument that the Earth is indeed flat. “Where do you take your hookups?”

“One of my hotels, or Finn and I have a place for that.”

Her eyes almost pop out. “You have an apartment for fornication?”

Every time she’s flustered, her accent is more dominant, and I have to restrain myself from grabbing her throat and pulling those leggings down to her knees. “Fornication? Have you just arrived from the eighteenth century?”

“Forget my vocabulary. It still doesn’t make your admission about a fuck pad any less ridiculous.”

“I’m not judging your lifestyle.” How does every conversation we have end up completely derailed?

“I don’t have an apartment dedicated to…” Her eyes widen like she’s had an a-ha moment. She smiles at me. “We can share it.”

“So you don’t want to fuck me here, but you don’t mind doing it there?”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be silly. Bringing someone here would be awkward, but we can use your apartment to take care of our needs. I’m sure you had a system figured out with your brother.”

She’s pulling my leg. She must be. The corner of my mouth curls up, but she’s looking at me with an expectation that doesn’t resemble mockery. “You’re serious?”

She stands up and walks to the stairs. Taking each step with her usual grace, she smiles at me, leaning overthe banister. “It’s a perfect solution. You can even have the place for more days a week. I’m generous.”

Dumbfounded, I plop down to lie on the sofa, watching her ascend. Is she for real? I don’t want to know she’s fucking some loser. I’m not enabling that.

That’s preposterous. She must be teasing me, the little wench.

But what if she wasn’t?

Why am I concerned about her sex life?

Because as much as I hate to admit it, I envision Celeste’s sex life to be intricately entangled with mine.

Now I have to get her on board.

Chapter 15

Celeste

Saar

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