Page 99 of Love Me Stalk Me
I hesitate.
And then, heart pounding and dread creeping up my spine, I scroll up.
And I see exactly what I did last night.
Oh. Oh no.
The messages are right there.
Me practically begging him to tell me how to touch myself.
Me whimpering about how I wanted him inside me.
Me losing my damn mind in a way that was entirelytoo revealing.
I groan, dropping my forehead onto my knee. The embarrassment is physical, a hot wave washing over me.
And then I see the worst part.
Somewhere in the middle of the chaos, in one of my drunkest moments, I called himCal.
Panic shoots through me.
Because that's way too close for comfort.
That's way too close to the very real man just outside my bedroom, cleaning up the breakfast he made me. The man who saw me drunk, vulnerable, and half-naked and still treated me with more respect than my own boyfriend.
Before I can spiral any further, I hear his voice through the door.
"You good in there?"
I jump slightly, my phone slipping from my hands before I scramble to tuck it into my pocket. The fabric of my sweatpants muffles the notification sound as another message comes in.
"Yeah!" I call back, clearing my throat. "Sorry, just checking in with Amanda."
I force myself to breathe, to calm the hell down, before stepping out of my room.
When I do, Callahan is already cleaning up the breakfast plates, loading them into my dishwasher like he's been here a hundred times before.
Like he belongs here.
I stand there, watching him, trying to make sense of the way he scrambles everything inside me. He looks at me, and the floor feels a little less steady beneath my feet. And then he holds something out.
A thermos of coffee.
"You made me coffee to-go?"
He shrugs. "Figured you might need it."
I take it, smiling before I can stop myself.
"You're very...prepared," I say.
Callahan nods. "Always."
I shake my head, taking a sip, grateful for the distraction. The coffee is perfect—just the right amount of cream and sugar.
"Do you mind driving me back to the store?" he asks after a beat, watching me carefully.
