Page 138 of The Fake Date Agreement

He raises his eyebrow. “You’re kicking me out?”

Now he’s the one gripping onto my shirt. Absolutely not what I was expecting, but I can’t say I don’t like it.

“I have an idea,” I say, sitting up.

Expression openly curious, he humors me, getting to his feet as I do the same.

I remove the bed covers and pillows and place them on the floor. With thick carpets and a heavy comforter, it should be comfortable to sleep. And our mild Pennsylvania nights mean we shouldn’t get cold with a single sheet covering us.

Caleb stands off to the side, watching me curiously as I spread everything around until I nod, satisfied.

“That’s as comfortable as I can make it.”

He joins me on our floor bed. “My feet are no longer hanging over the edge of the bedframe like a bat. Thanks, Myers.”

I giggle as he kisses me.

And everything stops being funny as I slide my arms up over his shoulders, stroking the muscles of his back as he angles his head and deepens the kiss.

His hands roam over me, exploring every inch of me, making me painfully aware that I’m not skinny like the girls from practice who were trying to capture his attention. That I could do with working out more, or losing weight from my ass, my belly, and?—

He breaks the kiss. “Myers?”

I swallow, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah?”

“Having second thoughts?”

I stare at the corner of my room, so I won’t have to look him in the eye for this. “No. Just…”

“Just what?”

I dart a rapid glance at him. “You probably… you’re probably used to less…”Geez, why did I think bringing this up was a good idea?“Of a girl.”

I wince at my utter brainlessness.

His fingers are gentle when he catches my chin.

He brings my gaze back to him. “You thinkI’mhaving second thoughts?”

I nod once, a tiny motion.

Amusement flickers across his gaze. “Was that when I was fighting to get your clothes off because you turn me on that much?”

My mouth falls open. He gently nudges it closed. “Or was it when I was so nervous I would fuck this up and you’d change your mind?”

“Youthought that?”

“I did.”

“Oh.”

Amusement flares to life. “I need more than that, Myers.”

“I just thought that you might be disappointed,” I say quietly, giving voice to my insecurity. It’s not easy talking about this. Maybe if he weren’t one of the hottest guys on campus, it wouldn’t be so hard.

“Withyou?” He furrows his brow.

“Well, yeah.”

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