*on hold* Until Callan moved in next door, Presley was one hundred percent, completely fine with how her life was turning out.
She never regretted dropping out of college or wasting her days working in a diner for minimum wage. Boredom never plagued...
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The defined ripples of Callan's abs were magnetic. I couldn't tear my gaze away, even when I was sure I'd been caught gawking. You couldn't blame a girl for staring at a guy who looked like Callan. At least I wasn't drooling... that was a plus.
When I finally tore my eyes from his glorious body, I found a crooked smile on Callan's lips. A flush covered my cheeks as our eyes met. Okay, so maybe I could have practiced an ounce of self-control... but, I had been so deprived for the last few years (by choice). Callan was just a friend, but he was also very attractive. Again, I couldn't be blamed for noticing that.
His caramel eyes shone with amusement. "I'll be right back."
Callan walked past me and into the bathroom. I heard the tap running as I composed myself. Maybe it would be better if I didn't sit on his bed with him. A little distance couldn't hurt, right? I grabbed the delicious mushroom burger and plopped down on my own bed to finish my meal and ruminate on the days' events.
The truth was that I wasn't nearly as concerned about my car as I was about Callan's light fixtures. Maybe that was silly, but I knew my insurance would help with Kiki. What I wasn't sure is if there was any hope for the items inside of her. It felt like a huge imposition to make Callan spend his money all over again, especially since a few of the fixtures he chose were the last ones in stock. So he'd have to reselect if he wanted the lights in time, which made everything feel even more daunting. And seeing his reaction earlier today, hearing his story about growing up - it all made me pray and hope even harder that the police would be able to track down my car for his benefit more than mine.
To my relief (mostly), Callan sat down on his own bed and dug into his burger. We ate as Robin William's kept us entertained... kept me from glancing over at the way Callan's biceps flex each time he brought his food to his mouth. Who knew a man eating a greasy burger would be such a turn-on.
"That hit the spot," Callan said as he stood up. Holding his empty container in one hand, he reached for mine before depositing them both in the trash.
"Seriously. Your burger was amazing," I smiled.
"So was yours."
We both laughed, but my laughter faded when Callan sat down right next to me. His arm brushed against mine as I leaned against the headboard. His bare arm. His bare chest. Damnit, Callan. Have you never heard of boundaries?
And though half of me protested his close proximity, the other half buzzed with something I hadn't felt in a long, long time. Trickles of anticipation traveled up my spine.
Now what?
Callan quickly answered my unspoken question. "Why don't you like celebrating your birthday?" He angled his body towards me, inviting me to join in on the shocking change of topic.
I laughed nervously. "Oh, pfft. That's a boring story."
"I highly doubt that. Nothing about you seems very boring."
