Page 27 of Shameless With Him

“Let’s start with the tuna and work our way towards the end.”

“Sounds good.” And then I would crawl under a rock. Because I was jealous. Jealous of his past, envious of people who weren’t with him at all.

And I didn’t know what to think about that. Because I didn’t want to be that person. But, honestly, what if we had been on a date?

We didn’t talk about it at all. Instead, we went over the wedding plans and only the wedding plans. We ate every single thing on our plates, laughed and joked, and acted like nothing odd had happened. Maybe it hadn’t. Perhaps that was all on me.

This part of the plan that I didn’t actually have was not working out very well. We went out to the parking lot, and I pulled out my phone to call a ride.

“Did you walk here?” Caleb asked, worry in his tone.

“Amelia picked me up so we could go work out this morning, and then I walked here from my store. I was planning to take a car service home anyway instead of Amelia having to come back to pick me up. She has a date with Tucker tonight.”

Caleb shook his head. “I’ll take you home.”

“You don’t have to.” Plus, being in an enclosed space with Caleb Carr probably wasn’t the best idea.

We reached his vehicle just as I finished that thought.

“In, Zoey.”

I rolled my eyes at his growl but got in the car anyway. Bad decisions or not, I was going to save some money on a car service.

We talked about nothing important as we made our way to my house, just wedding plans and the weather. And even as we spoke, I wondered if maybe I had made a mistake. Perhaps I shouldn’t still have a crush on Caleb. Clearly, he did not have one on me. So, maybe I should just get over it. Perhaps formulating a plan was a very bad idea.

He pulled into my driveway and turned off the vehicle. I frowned. “What’s wrong? Why did you turn off the car?”

“I’m walking you to your door.”

I shook my head. “I’m a big girl.”

“And a big girl can get her ass out of the car as I walk her to her door.”

“You’re so nice.”

“I try. Now, move it, Zoey.”

I picked up my bag and hopped out of the car, wondering what the hell had crawled up his ass. I got to the doorway, and he was suddenly there, looming.

“What is it, Caleb?”

“I don’t know,” he growled and then lowered his head. My pulse raced, and I couldn’t breathe. When his lips touched mine, I wondered if maybe I had died earlier and now this was my heaven, my torment, my insanity.

But then his lips pressed harder, and I was lost.