CHAPTER 18 | Ellie
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The next morning, I drag myself downstairs and Caleb’s already up. He stands next to the coffee maker, stretching his shoulders and it makes my mouth go dry. He’s not football player bulky or rider lean, but something in between the two. Powerful, but not trying too hard. I watch how his polo pulls tight across his shoulder blades, remembering distinctly how they felt under my fingertips.
How he crushed me against him.
How I pulled him closer.
“Morning, Lennox,” he says without turning around. “You going to gawk at me all day?”
Damn him. I breeze down the last few steps and join him. “I was just amazed a man could work the coffee maker. If you remember to clean out the filter, it’ll be a miracle.”
A smile tugs the corner of his mouth. He passes me a mug a
