Page 24 of A Pretty Fixation

I crease my forehead, reading over his text asecond time before sending a retort.

We’renothing alike.

I’mnot in love with anyone.

It shows that he’s seen my text, but he’s notresponding, which unexpectedly annoys me.

“Not yet,” Caleb surprises me. I turn on thebench, pulse speeding as he swerves from behind the tree. “But you will be.”

“Pfft.” I put my phone in the bag. “Were youwatching me the whole time?”

“Maybe.” My heart skips a beat as that flirty grinforms. I’m sure it’s made girls fall to their knees, especially those damn sexydimples.

The image of girls bent before Caleb pisses meoff. I can’t believe that’s even crossing my mind. Worse, my eyes lower to thecrotch of his jeans.

“What are you thinking about, Jordyn?” he asks ina teasing tone as if hearing my dirty thoughts.

My head flies up, cheeks heating withembarrassment. “Nothing.” I straighten from the bench and start walking.

Caleb catches up to me. “What’s your classschedule?”

“Why? So you can improve your stalking game?”

“So we can spend more time together. I want to seeyou every day, and I don’t only want to pick you up after work. I want more ofyou. Eight years is long enough.”

A sudden jolt shocks my body at the brush of hishand. He doesn’t hold it, causing disappointment to bubble within.

There’s also a voice warning me not to entertainthis. Caleb belongs to Dove. He wantsher.

But I like the chase.

Amid my contemplating, I notice Caleb staring atmy bag as we stroll. Before I can move it, he snatches out the only loosepaper—my class schedule.

“Hey!” I attempt to retrieve it.

He lifts the paper from my reach and snaps apicture with his phone. Then he hands it back with a sly grin. “Thank you.”

“Geez.” I grab the schedule from him, tucking itin my bag furiously. “Pain in the ass.”

“Your earliest class is on Mondays,” he says whilestaring at the picture. “You’re done by three every day and completely free onFridays. Hm.” He twists his mouth. “I guess it’s tough for us, between soccerand work. But we’ll figure it out.”

“How presumptuous.” I roll my eyes and resumewalking.

“I’ll drive you to work,” he says.

“I don’t work on Wednesdays,” slips out on itsown. “Ugh. Crap.”

Caleb grabs my hand, bringing me to a stop.

His touch is exhilarating.

The organ in my chest begins to thump faster. Afog of immense desire is cloaking my body and growing.

I look up into his alluring gray eyes, so brightwith satisfaction.

“Perfect,” he rasps. “Let’s go.”

Caleb pulls me with him. I can’t find the strengthto protest. This guy is doing strange things to my body, including stopping mefrom thinking straight.

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