“Hey.”
Just that. Just one damn word. Just one f*****g syllable. Four letters. And somehow it hit me like a full-body orgasm and a heart attack in the same second.
I turned around and there he was.
Caleb.
Walking like he owned the compound, hoodie sleeves rolled up just enough to show his stupid forearms, backpack hanging from one shoulder like a rom-com rejection letter, and that same arrogant smirk on his face — like he knew. Like he knew what he was doing to me.
“You gonna stand there and stare, or are you gonna say hi back?” he said, and his voice..oh my Moon Goddess, his voice.. it was deeper.Fuck. Like puberty came back over the summer for a rematch and won.
“Hi,” I choked out. Because that’s what I do around him now. Choke.
He looked me up and down like I was a test he planne
