Caleb stopped instantly—turning slowly, his head tilting, eyes darkening as if he already knew why she called him back.
Autumn swallowed hard.
“Let’s do it. For grandma,” she whispered.
Her heartbeat pounded through her chest. “I just… need a second.”
Caleb’s lips curved—slow, wicked, unbearably confident.
“Take all the seconds you need, sweetheart,” he said, stepping toward her with a predatory grace. “Just tell me when you’re ready… and I’ll make sure Grandma hears everything.”
Caleb took another step closer, and Autumn swore the room shrank.
“Alright,” she whispered, cheeks flaming. “L-let’s… just get it over with.”
His brows lifted, amused. “Get it over with? It's an art, sweetheart, and we don’t get over with it until our souls are satisfied.”
She nearly combusted. “Caleb!”
