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Chapter 2 Sebastian followed Caleb into the apartment without saying a word and watched Caleb toe off his shoes, then throw his truck keys on the kitchen counter as Caleb headed to the bedroom. Sebastian swallowed hard, going over in his head what to say. “Caleb, I should’ve told you, and I’m sorry I didn’t,” said Sebastian. “I’d just found out before you arrived.” “That’s not the only thing churning my stomach.” Caleb half-turned but didn’t say anything else until he reached the bedroom, and started removing his shirt. “I’m going for a run.” “That’s all you have to say?” asked Sebastian. Caleb sat on the edge of their bed and removed his dress socks, and then removed his pants. Clad only in black boxer briefs, Caleb stood and rummaged through the dresser for a tank top, cotton socks,