Free Tell Me Why by Sydney Snow

tired.
    Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it all figured out. Just get over here ASAP!
    Haha! Okay! I couldn’t wait to see him.
    ***
    This had to be the happiest place on earth. Wait . . . wasn’t that supposed to be Disneyland? Well, I hadn’t been to Disneyland since I was seven, but I was pretty sure it didn’t have anything on how it felt to be wrapped up in Caleb’s arms. He was like an amusement park, and I wanted to explore him for the rest of forever.
    The two of us were on his bed, enjoying a pretty intense make out session—hands and lips flying all over each other. His shirt was off and I trailed my fingers over the ridges of his abdomen, loving the feel of the hard bumps and grooves.
    “How often do you work out?” I asked in a breathless whisper when he moved from my mouth to my neck.
    “Every day,” he replied, his lips brushing against my skin as he trailed lower. “Have you told your parents about us yet?”
    “No, but I will.” He licked a sensitive spot and I moaned, arching beneath him. “I haven’t had time. They’ve both been pretty busy lately.” We’d been conversing this way for about an hour and I was pretty sure it was my new favorite form of communication.
    “Do you think they’ll be upset?” He moved lower to where he’d pushed my shirt up, nipping gently at my stomach. I sucked in a small gasp.
    “I doubt it,” I replied, trying to focus. “They love you.”
    He lifted his head, staring into my eyes. “They love me because I’ve always been the ‘big brother, out to protect you—not the guy who’s currently trying to seduce you.”
    “Is that what you’re trying to do?”
    “Yes.” He nodded with a sexy grin. “Is it working?”
    Lying, I shook my head. “I don’t think so. You’re gonna have to try harder.”
    Groaning loudly, he nestled his head against my bare stomach, ceasing the seductive kisses and wrapping his arms around me instead. “You don’t play nice.”
    “I play very nice,” I argued , as I ran my fingers through his dark, trendy hair.
    “Okay, then maybe you play too nice,” he responded, amending his previous statement.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Nothing.” He scooted higher, resting his head on the pillow beside mine and dragged me the rest of the way into his arms, holding me tight. “I can’t wait for this week to be over,” he whispered into my hair, his hand skimming suggestively down my body, sending tingling sensations through me.
    “What happens next week?” I teased, doing my best to maintain a serious expression. He pulled away from me slightly so he could stare at me.
    “You’re kidding, right?” Frowning , he narrowed his eyes and didn’t look away as he waited for my reply.
    Staring innocently at him, I blinked several times. “Did I forget something?”
    Expression slackening, a blank look crossed his face as he reached back to rub the back of his head. “Well, I just assumed that after the test results you asked me to get came back, we would . . . I mean we’d . . .” He gestured over my body. “Well, you know.”
    “Have sex?” I asked, thoroughly enjoying this game . He groaned. “You can say the word you know. Sex. Sex. Sex. See how easy that is? Besides, who said we were going to have sex when the test results came back?” He was really starting to sweat it now, and it was all I could do to force back a giggle.
    “Why else would I get tested?” he asked in exasperation.
    “I wanted to make sure you’re still healthy after this life of debauchery you’ve been leading. Is it wrong for me to be concerned about your well being?”
    A growling noise escaped him. “Are you being serious, or are you messing with me? I can’t tell.”
    This time I did laugh. “What do you think?”
    “Honestly? I hope you’re joking.”
    “Why’s that? Are you feeling deprived?”
    Sliding his hand up, he cradled my face, cheek in his palm, thumb running over my lips. “I am feeling deprived,”