by Casey Diam
I watched her set the lid on a piece of napkin. “You’re tired,” I said.
She nodded and smiled. “A little.”
“You didn’t get anything to eat.”
“It’s six thirty in the morning.”
“Still, you can have half of my sandwich if you want.”
Her smile grew wider. “No, thank you.”
We couldn’t stop smiling at each other. It was the strangest fucking thing.
“All right, Paige, let’s get to it. Judging from your backpack, you’re a student.”
“That’s too easy. Tell me what you really know about me, Caleb.”
I rested my head in my hand as I observed her. “You like pop music.” I thought about the small piercing I’d glimpsed on the innermost cartilage fold of her ear. “But the edgier stuff, too. Maybe alternative. Rock. You like chick flicks. If you’re watching a movie or reading a book, you love a happily ever after.” I thought about her leggings and how they clung to her shapely thighs. “And you love to work out.” Her eyes widened a bit, and I grinned. “Am I actually right?”
“Maybe. Maybe I don’t want you to know anything about me.”
Paige brought the cup to her mouth and leaned back in her chair. She looked so tired. I had the urge to sweep her into my arms and carry her back to bed.
“Let me see your phone.”
“I’m not giving you my number. Remember, creepy guy in café.”
I grinned. “Right, but you should take my phone number. I don’t want yours. If you want to know more about me or if you’re a bit intrigued and you want me to tell you more about Paige, you’ll have a way to contact me. Completely up to you because I won’t have your number.”
“There’s really no point in that. I’m not going to call you.”
She was confident, so sure of herself. That made my lips twitch with a grin.
“But you’ll want to.”
After a moment, she moved her phone over to me.
And as I slid it back to her on the table, her eyes inspected the device like it wasn’t her own.
She was afraid. I understood. I didn’t like people knowing anything about me either. It was why I could read her so well—and not about the crap I’d fed her, but from the haunted look in her eyes. Her guard had slipped, but so had mine, which meant, for the brief second it’d happened, she had seen me, too.
This dangerous storyline, and the undeniable attraction between Paige and Caleb is just starting to unfold, click here to continue!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Some years ago, Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since. She writes sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a bit more in depth, but so much fun to read.
Casey is an Army Veteran who loves to travel. She has a ridiculously short attention span and loves coffee and tea without sugar or milk. She was born and raised in Jamaica, and apart from reading and writing, she loves to snowboard.
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