Page 34 of A Pretty Fixation

He smirks. “Such an interesting girl. You’re madthat I let you believe I’d given up, and yet you’re still acting as if youdon’t like the pursuit.”

“I don’t,” I mumble, then bite my lip.

Caleb slows to a stop at traffic lights, takes adeep breath, and looks over. “I’ve already told you I know when you’re lying.You wouldn’t have texted me if you didn’t like this.Wantedthis.” Heflicks to my lap. “You wouldn’t be in my car right now, squeezing your thighstogether.”

“Uhh…” I ease my legs apart and shift awkwardly.

A low rumble leaves him before he adds, “You couldhave fought against it. Ran away. Yet, here you are. Because it feels good,doesn’t it, Jordyn?” Certainty laces his deep, flirty voice. He carries hishungry eyes over me, and my damn tongue dips out to lick my lips when hemoistens his. “It’s all right, baby. I like chasing you.” His lips part into asinister grin. “It makes me hard.”

Gulp.

The temperature rises between my thighs, and mypussy keeps throbbing.

Fighting the need to explode, I cut my eyes to thelights. “They’re green, you perv.”

Caleb chuckles, low and teasing. “Favorite place?”

Sighing, I tell him, “Wadsworth art museum.”

“Nice one.”

We arrive shortly, and I leave the box of roses inthe car, except for the salted caramel peanut bars. Those I tuck into my pocketto nibble on.

While perusing the museum, I feel the heat of Calebat my back, taunting me.

It isn’t easy to focus with him so close, incitingan intense desire, and I’m sure he’s shrouding me on purpose now that he’s wellaware of his impact.

Unable to stop myself, I glance over my shoulderat him.

Caleb smirks. I pivot to a contemporary Frenchpainting and pause there.

“Favorite place to eat?” he whispers close to myear, breath tickling my skin.

“Geez.” I stagger aside and try to calm mysprinting heart. “Ever heard of personal space?”

He sniffs. “Favorite spot for food? Don’t say thebistro.”

I click my tongue. “Fine. Smashburger.”

“Hungry yet?”

For you, my body screams.

I suppress the moan and free the rigidity in mythroat. “I guess.” I turn to start for the exit.

Caleb takes my hand, and I shiver at the suddenflash of an image of two small hands touching on what appears to be a bench.

Startled, I stumble from him, touching my throatas I cough.

He scrunches up his face with concern. “Jordyn?”His gray eyes widen. “Did you just have a memory?”

I wobble my head and turn around.

Caleb reaches for my arm, stopping me before Iwalk away. “What did you see? Tell me.”

Catching my breath, I look up at him with amixture of surprise and undeniable thrill. “I think...it was at the fosterhome... A hand holding mine.”

Dimples become more apparent with his charminggrin. “You remembered me.”

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