Chapter 5
Caleb reluctantly opened his eyes, and only because noise in the next room roused him from sleep. He exhaled, more in exasperation than anything else. Their bedroom remained dark, and the sun’s rays hadn’t intruded yet into the room. Caleb glanced at the alarm clock by his side of the bed.
Fuck! It’s only one a.m.
When he heard the microwave ding, Caleb closed his eyes and debated whether he should get up. Caleb’s fingers touched his forehead lightly: even through the bandage, the bump on his head he’d gotten surfing still existed. His headache had subsided, and the muscle relaxant had helped the soreness and tightness of his neck.
Caleb sat up and swung his legs over the bed and headed to the kitchen. He didn’t even consider putting on clothes. Hell, it wasn’t like Sebastian
