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Chapter 72
Leah
Caleb and I don’t share a bed after coming home from the hospital. His operation will take place in Sweden, and although I get on the flight without a complaint, I still don’t speak to him when we reach the flat he has in Stockholm.
But that’s not all. We don’t even speak to each other or share dinner by the table. Caleb and I have become two strangers sharing the space, and 1 onder all of my meals from Foodora to keep it that way.
The reason?
I think we are both afraid of me falling deeper in love with a man who might not be the same after his operation. Thus, my life of being a shadow starts. Most days, I don’t even leave my room, but on the day before Caleb’s operation, I run into the guy who has unknowingly paid for my food all week.
I’m on my way to the bathroom but stop when I hear his electric razor buzzing. Is he making himself pretty for his operation or something?
Rolling my eyes, I open the door, “You can’t be serious-”
“GAH!” Caleb jumps in front of the mirror, startled by my sudden voice, and I kid you not, when he turns around, I have to stifle a laugh because the idiot just shaved off his freaking eyebrow!
I clap a hand over my mouth to hold back the laughter bubbling up inside my chest.
It’s harder than I thought.
Caleb stands there, one eyebrow completely gone, with an utter bewilderment on his face. The electric razor dangles limply from his hand, and what just about makes the scene perfect is how it buzzes away like nothing extraordinary just happenedi
“What?” he asks, completely oblivious to his own hilarious appearance. “What’s so funny?”
That’s it! I can’t hold it in any longer–a snort escapes from my rose and its like the dam finally broke, soon I’m doubled over and clutching my stomach. I must look ridiculous since I’m already crying and gasping for air between guffaws.
But Caleb still doesn’t get it. He stares at me with blinking eyes before FINALLY turning back to the mirror. And that’s when I get the moment I’ve been waiting for–Caleb sees that his eyebrow is gone and gasps.
“Oh my god, L. Did I? Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he exclaims, which only sets me off again.
“You look ridiculous!” I’m actually crying while Caleb pouts. This is probably the only time the bastard hasn’t looked about perfect since I met him.
“How do I fix this?” he mumbles and starts frantically patting his missing eyebrow as if that would somehow make it grow back into place.
“It’s not coming back, you know,” I manage to wheeze out between giggles. “That’s not how eyebrows work.”
Caleb glares at me, but there’s no real heat behind it. In fact, I can see the corners of his mouth twitching, fighting back a smile. You think this is funny, do you?”
Does he think I’m afraid of him? Pfft, think again!
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“I think it’s hilarious.” I tell hin matter–of–factly. “You look like leranged Bond villain.”
Caleb’s composure finally cracks, and he lets out a reluctant chickle. “Well, I suppose I can cross ‘accidentally shave off eyebrow” off my bucket list now.”
He wags his one eyebrow, and I’m bent double, my pregnant belly shaking with laughter. “Oh god, stop doing that. I’m going to pee myself”
Caleb’s eyes widen in mock horror. “Don’t you dare! I just had these floors cleaned!”
This sets me off again, and I have to grab onto the sink to keep from falling over. Caleb, ever the gentleman even in the midst of his eyebrow crisis, steadies me with a hand on my arm
“Careful there, Mama Bear. We can’t have you toppling over and getting stuck like a turtle on its back.”
I snort at the mental image. “I’m not that big yer!”
“No, but give it a couple more months, and we might need a crape to get you out of bed.”
I swat at him playfully, my sides aching from laughter. “You’re terrible! I can’t believe you just compared me to a turtle!”
“It was a compliment!”
I snort in disbelief. “How is it a compliment being called a freaking turtle?”
Caleb grins, his one remaining eyebrow waggling mischievously, I like turtles.”
“You like? Oh my god…” I shake my head at him, but not even 1, Sweden’s current biggest ice queen, can fight my smile. I’ve missed bickering with Caleb, and this ridiculous moment has shattered the tension.
“Okay, I give up!” I suddenly announce, surprising Caleb, who stares at me in utter confusion.
“You give up? What are you talking about?”
Is he serious? He should know exactly what I’m talking about, but who cares? I’m tired of this no–touch thing we got going on. I want to caress what’s mine, goddamn it!
“Oh, come here already, you big dork!” I exclaim, pulling Caleb into a hug. It’s a bit awkward with my belly between us, but
we make it work.
Caleb wraps his strong arms around me, burying his face in my hair, “It feels good when you hug me with all the strength that little body of yours possesses,” he murmurs.
“I’m not little.”
He ignores my growling voice and sighs into my hair. “I’ve missed you, my little author.”
“I’ve missed you too,” I reply with a sigh of my own. “Even if you do look like a half–plucked chicken right now.”
He pulls back, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know this is the height of fashion in certain circles. I’m starting a trend.”
“Oh yeah? The ‘I had a fight with my razor and lost look?”
“Exactly. It’ll be all the rage soon. You’ll see.
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We are both grinning like idiots now, and it feels good. Caleb’s bile is like seeing the sun after a long, boring day at my college. But soon, our chuckles die down, and since this isn’t a vie where everything is perfect after the first laugh, reality hits us like a train. Tomorrow is the day of Caleb’s surgery, and it’s not something to smile about.
Caleb sighs. “How about putting down our battle axes and spending the night together?”
1 should tell him no and walk away. Getting involved with Mr. 1 and Gorgeous is a bad idea since I’ve finally gotten used to a cold and empty bed.
But I’m weak, and my Satisfyer isn’t as fun as riding Caleb’s dick. An orgasm from my vibrator is shorter and much less exciting, while the one from a cock is longer and far more intense, to the point I sometimes risk a headache. So, who am I to
say no?
My lips curl into a tentative smile, “Can we pretend this is our first time even though it might be our last time?”
“Of course,” Caleb offers me his hand, a gentle smile playing on his own face that’s a little less handsome now that he is missing one of his thick eyebrows. “What’s your name?”
“Leah… Leah Foster… What’s yours?”
“Anything you want it to be as long as I get laid.”
SMACK!
Caleb laughs when I hit his ass, but I’m not happy with him. Anger has risen to the surface, and my lips form a pout when 1 see him beaming at me.
“Be serious!” I mutter.
“Sorry,” he clears his throat and then finally decides to play the same game by pretending this is our first time meeting. “My name is Caleb Steele, and I’m your new boss. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, how fast do you want me to fuck you over my desk?
Those words earn him a giggle. “That’s more like it!”
