Page 46 of Forgotten Dreams

“Can I guess?” I whisper. “Does it start with a p and end with a y?”

“Nope.”

I glare at her. “Liar.” I point my finger at her. “Okay, we can leave now, my cock has gone down.” I stand, and she laughs again.

“I didn’t know we were waiting for it to deflate.”

“Can we not talk about my cock and the word deflate in the same sentence?”

“We don’t have to talk about your cock at all.” She crushes her shoulder into my arm, and I hang my hand around her neck. “You’re the one always talking about it.”

“That’s because you keep dreaming about it.” She laughs as she slaps her hand on my stomach.

“Tonight, can we make out without our T-shirts on?”

“No.” I shake my head and stop when we get to my truck.

“What? Why?” she asks when I open the door. “It’s just skin.”

“My cock also has skin, and if you take your top off, all I’ll want to do is fuck your tits while I pinch those nipples.” My eyes go to her shirt, then up again. “Bet I can make you come just from playing with them.”

“Don’t make fucking promises you can’t keep, Caleb,” she snaps angrily.

“You better not make any plans for Saturday night until Monday morning because you’ll be naked the whole fucking time.” I shut the door, her shocked face looking out the window. “The whole time!” I shout.

Chapter 21

Sierra

The phone rings as I’m sliding on my black leather miniskirt, and I look down to see it’s Lilah calling. I don’t know why, but I get nervous when I see her name. “Hey,” I answer, pressing the green button and putting it on speakerphone.

“She lives,” Lilah huffs out.

“I’m alive,” I confirm to her. “Or we’re both dead, and our ghosts have found each other.”

“I would not be surprised in the least if we’re ghost friends. But I’m going to have to hang around and haunt Emmett for the rest of his life, so you might have to be stuck here with me for a while.”

“Why are we haunting Emmett?” I ask her as I zip up my skirt and look at my reflection in the mirror.

“Because I love him,” she states, her voice sounding like I just asked the dumbest question. “Anyway, where the heck have you been? I’ve been calling you all week long.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” I hang my head. “It was a bit crazy this week and…”

“And you’ve been spending all your free time with Caleb.” She snickers. “What is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know,” I admit, “I just feel?—”

“Oh my God, it was a couple of dates. I have food in my fridge longer than I dated him,” she groans. “So you need to stop this bullshit and tell me, did you guys do the deed?”

“No.” I shake my head and look at myself in the mirror. “But tonight is the night, he’s taking me on a date.” I take a deep, deep breath. “A real proper date.” I put my hand on my stomach to quiet the butterflies that have suddenly come on full force.

“Ohhhh, the tea is hot,” she teases me.

I laugh at her. “That is not what that means. The tea is piping hot when you have gossip the other person doesn’t know.”

“You going on a date with Caleb is gossip I didn’t have. I did have the gossip that he’s at your house every single night.”

“From who?” I gawk, shocked, before walking over to my shoe rack, deciding to take out the big guns tonight. The stiletto heels that kill my feet and pinch my toes but make my legs look sexy as fuck.

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