Chapter 8

Caleb heard the water turn on in Megan’s bathroom, and he almost groaned aloud. Was she taking a bath? A shower? Either way, she’d be naked, and only a room away. He gritted his teeth as the inevitable images of her wet, naked, and flushed from the heat of her bath filled his mind.

“Don’t do this right now,” he muttered to himself. Gary swiveled his ears at the sound, especially when Caleb stopped petting him. He continued the petting, mostly because he wasn’t sure the cat wouldn’t get its revenge on his balls if he did something it didn’t like.

He hadn’t told Megan he was staying here just so he could be a creep. This was what he told himself, but he knew that deep down, he’d wanted to be the one to stay here. To protect her from the threat outside, and, yes, to just be in the same place as her. It was like a sickness. He’d already kissed her this week, and now he was going to be on her couch all night while she lay in her own bed. What did she wear to bed? Pajamas? Lingerie? Nothin