Addicted z.m

Chapter 31

Caleb greeted me with the biggest hug I had ever received. It was almost bone crushing. He burried his face in my hair and I could tell he had no intentions of releasing me.

"God you smell so good," he breathed into my hair. "You might even smell better than you did before you left."

I laughed at his odd choice of greeting words before the sound of Zayn clearing his throat sounded behind me.

"Alright, I think that hug will hold you over for the week," his face was teasing but his voice held some warning behind it.

Caleb smirked at him and squeezed me tighter. "I missed you so much Spencer," he taunts while letting his hands roam low on my back. "I could just kiss you."

"That's enough, Caleb," Zayn scolded. Caleb chuckled before finally letting me go and moving on to Zayn. Zayn tried go fight it but gladly let Caleb in a bro-embrace.

"Man, it's been so lonely without someone to get pissed off at me every hour of the day," he joked.

"How have you lived without me? The place is a mess," Zayn pestered.

"It's been a long month without you, alright. Ease up on me, would ya?"

Zayn was right, the livingroom alone looked like a pig sty; beer cans, KFC boxes, McDonald's McChicken wrappers, a half eaten sandwich, dirty clothes, unwashed dishes, and a bra with a matching thong littered the room.

"Are those yours?" Zayn pointed to the undergarments.

Caleb laughed before walking over to pick up the set. He studied them closely before smiling. "They're Sophia's." He chuckled to himself at memories I didn't want a single hint about. "She's been coming over lately. You'd think she'd notice the absence of the- Oh wait, no. She threw em at me when we-"

"Just get rid of em!" Zayn snapped before he could go into further detail. Caleb's smile turned into a frown before he went into the kitchen and disposed of the underwear.

Zayn reached out his arm to me and I took his invitation to be pulled into his side. "Are you tired?" he whispered against my hair before kissing my temple.

"No," I shook my head. "I slept the whole way here. If anything, I am restless."

"Well, I'm gonna go lay down," he announced.

"Did you not sleep?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "Will you be okay?" he asked before I could question him further.

I nodded and he kissed my head once more before taking my coat and my bag and leaving to his room. I hated to leave him alone, but the thought of just laying on the bed in complete silence seemed suffocating at the moment.

I plopped down on the filthy couch with a sigh and Caleb sat down on the other end with the pop of his fresh beer can snapping open.

He took a long swig from the can and swallowed with a loud gulp then looked in my direction. "So," he began but ceased.

"What?" I shrugged. I could see the smug look on his face.

"Did you make Mr. Loverboy's dreams come true?" he smirked.

I threw the nearest crumpled up wrapper at him and he chuckled. "Is that a yes?"

"It's a none-of-your-business," I growl.

"That's definitely a yes," he laughs.

"No!" I raise my voice then cover my mouth when I remember Zayn is in the other room.

"Look at you," he gestures to me. "You're glowing! You're most definitely not a virgin anymore."

"How can you tell if I was a virgin before?" I lift a brow.