It’s just as perfect as him.
“Fine, but don’t have sex with him,” I insist, but Caleb has regained his sense of self and is stalking toward me. He looks fierce and a little flustered, like he’s trying too hard not to care. It’s unfair how good he looks doing it.
I take a step back, stumbling slightly. His hands land on me, steadying me.
“We’ll see,” Caleb says, and I let out a small growl.
But Caleb is already moving back toward the living room, adjusting himself once more before he disappears.
I can’t help but follow him, like a fucking dog. My eyes land on Magnus, who is sitting on the couch, fidgeting with his bracelet and looking unsure if he should be here or not.
He shouldn’t be here.
Not now.
“Sorry about that, Mag,” Caleb says, sitting down next to Magnus and nudging him softly. “Whit was feeling a little possessive.”
I glower at him. I wasn’t feeling possessive.
I was feeling overtaken by…something I can’t explain.
“We need to pack for the weekend,” I finally say, wanting Magnus to leave. I want him fucking gone. “You can’t stay long.”
“Oh, um, where are you going?” Magnus asks as Caleb picks up a controller for the Xbox.
“We are spending the weekend with his family,” I say. “And we need to leave soon.”
“Nah,” Caleb replies and turns on the Xbox and queues up a game. “We can leave in a few hours. Don’t want to get there too early.”
“You still need to pack,” I grit out, feeling slightly unhinged.
“It’ll take me two minutes to pack my shit,” he replies and then nudges Magnus, whose eyes are ping-ponging between me, Caleb, and the TV.
“Relax. We have time,” Caleb says, not looking at me, and then he nudges Magnus a little too hard. He hisses, and Caleb pats his head in apology. “Now, little dude, I’m going to kick your ass.”
Magnus’s eyebrows lower, and he squints at Caleb. “I’m fantastic at this game, I’ll have you know.”
“We’ll see,” Caleb says with a flirtatious smile.
I want to…I don’t know what. I should let them have their space. My glowering isn’t getting anyone anywhere. Especially not me.
It’s just making a headache pulse behind my eyes.
So, I turn on my heels and go to the bedroom, sinking onto the edge of the bed.
From here, I can hear them talking, laughing, and flirting.
And I just sit there on my bed, slightly broken, waiting for him to notice me again.
CHAPTER FIVE
A few hours later, I snap. Caleb hasn’t moved from the couch, hasn’t even attempted to pack, so I announce we need to leave. I’ve already packed my suitcase, and it’s getting late.
So, I rudely push Magnus out of the apartment and shut the door in his face. I’ll apologize later.
Maybe.
The way the two of them were bantering back and forth made my chest uncomfortably tight.