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“Uh, where are my clothes?”
Caleb pushed up on an elbow and propped his head in his hands, completely comfortable with his nakedness. Not that he didn’t have the right to be—his body was the kind of perfection artists dreamed of sculpting, all hard, sinewy muscle beneath impeccable skin tanned a warm golden honey. His chest had the perfect amount of hair that I knew from experience felt amazing scraping across my nipples as he moved on top of me.
Focus, Daphne, you dirty whore!
“Pretty sure they’re still scattered around the living room.”
My head tipped in confusion. “What? Why?”
Even his eyebrows were sexy, which I noticed because the way they dipped into a frown drew my attention to them. “What do you mean why? Because that’s where I tore them off you before we went at each other on the couch.”
I rocked back on one foot. “We went at each other on the couch?”
Caleb’s frown deepened, and he sat up all the way. “You don’t remember?” he asked incredulously.
I threw one arm out at my side. “I was drunk!” I cried belligerently.
He shot from the bed, ripping his boxer briefs up his legs as fury radiated off him in waves. “You were drunk? Are you fucking kidding me?”
I tried to come off looking as indignant as possible considering all I was wearing was a fucking sheet. “I sucked down six mojitos! Of course I was drunk! You think I’d have actually come back here if I were sober?”
He mimicked my stance, slamming his hands down on his hips. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” he shouted.
“It means you’re an asshole who didn’t even remember sleeping with me the first time, and if I wasn’t boozed the hell up, I never would have touched you!” I shouted in return, letting my anxiety get the best of me and converting it into anger. It was a horrible defense mechanism I’d picked up as a teenager when my mom started making me feel inadequate for being one dress size bigger than her. She’d always been more willowy where I’d been curvier, getting my body shape from my father’s side of my family, and she loved to point that out.
It was a nasty habit I needed to break. Starting tomorrow.
Caleb scoffed. “Oh really? Is that why you screamed ‘Hallelujah’ when you came? All. Four. Times?”
“You’re unbelievable!” I shrieked.
“I know!” he yelled. “You told me over and over and over last night!”
“Ugh!” I stomped my foot. “I hate you!”
“Yeah? Well you seem to love my dick!”
One minute we were screaming at each other, and the very next we were making out like we were trying to suck the air out of each other’s lungs.