*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 girl at the front is staring at us. She's going to pounce if we linger too long," Cal whispered.
"I don't care. And you wouldn't either if you laid down next to me. Come on."
Eyes shut, head resting on the most amazing pillow I'd ever felt in my life, I waited for Cal to heed my request. "Don't be such a rule follower," I whined before opening my eyes, only to find him about two feet away from me on the other side of the enormous mattress. He faced me, wearing a sly smile.
"You were saying?" He laughed.
"I didn't even feel you get on here. How is that possible? It's so soft but so firm at the same time. It's amazing."
"Kind of like a certain part of you," Cal's arm spanned the distance between us, his hand resting on my hip. He poked his head up, looking towards the salesperson. When the coast was clear, he squeezed my ass.
"You're ridiculous," I giggled. "Are you sure you don't need a new mattress, too?"
"Headboard only. I have a perfectly fine mattress back home."
I pretended to pout. My frown faded when warmth encaptured me, and it wasn't from a blanket. Cal's one arm snaked under me, the other around my back to pull me close to his chest. I was wrong about the pillow. Cal's chest was somehow better. And his silly cast was finally gone, meaning we could snuggle properly.
My eyes felt heavy against the rhythmic lullaby of Cal's heart. Why was it easier for me to fall asleep under fluorescent lights in the middle of the afternoon than in my own bed in the dark of night? Sleep had evaded me the last couple of nights.
"Think we should get up and do what we actually came here to do?" Cal asked as his hand traveled up my shirt, his fingertips tracing lines over my low back.
"Your actions betray your words," I murmured.
"You have soft skin. I can't help it."
Now I really didn't want to get up. I could have slept for days in Cal's arms. But he was right. The longer we stayed in one place, the more we risked being bombarded by the saleswoman. She'd think we were in the market for a mattress and would start her spiel about why we should buy this specific one from her, and I wouldn't have the heart to tell her we weren't interested. We'd be wasting her time and ours.
Yawning, I retreated from my cocoon, emerging as a drowsy caterpillar in need of a mask for dark circles. "Goodbye, heaven." I yawned again, stretching my arms overhead.
Cal stood, his hungry eyes catching on my midriff, sending a thrill through me. I loved how a simple look from him could make me feel desirable.
"Did you not sleep last night? You passed out on the drive here, too. Or am I just bad company?" Cal bumped his shoulder to mine before capturing my hand in his as we navigated around the many furniture displays.
