Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Day Two Post Meteor Mistake
Arghh! The aggravation that is Cal Chase knows no bounds.
It’s like sharing a room with an annoying little brother or something.
Not that I would know, being an only child, but from the complaints of my friends growing up, it’s no picnic having siblings sometimes.
Still, for all their grievances, I was always a bit jealous of their bonds and the beautiful chaos I’d witness whenever I’d sleep over at their houses.
I’d join in on the teasing and family board games and wish for a little sister or brother.
But thanks to Cal, I’m once again reevaluating this dream though.
He keeps playing “One Kiss” by Dua Lipa—at least a dozen times so far—and he’s singing aloud to the part where she says, “One kiss is all it takes, Fallin’ in love with me. Possibilities.”
I know it’s aimed at me. What a cocky SOB!
As if I’m falling in love with him from one little kiss.
All right, so it wasn’t little, and neither was what I had felt rub against me when he was atop of me, either.
But love? That would be pathetic. Absurd.
And ‘possibilities?’ What possibilities?
The possibility of me being another one of his giggly girls. I don’t think so. That’s not me!
I freeze, a new embarrassing thought occurring to me.
Had my nearly orgasmic reaction two nights ago been that obvious?
I feel my cheeks heat. Nope, I’m not going to let him get to me.
I stick in ear buds, and with a willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I resist the urge to pound on the door and demand he stop playing the song yet again.
As if he can hear my silent plea through the walls, the music jars to a stop and I heave a sigh of relief.
My thankfulness is short-lived. “Kiss Me More” from Doja Cat starts up.
“Dream on!” I shout over the music, hoping he hears me.
Even though I know better, I am dreaming about kissing him more—and not just his lips, but every inch of his athletic, lean body. What is wrong with me?