Things Liars Say (#ThreeLittleLies #1)(23)

Cal’s lips drag slowly across my jaw, his abrasive beard stubble sending shocks of pleasure up my spine.

God, I love his facial hair. “Say that again.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

My lips curve up into a sly smile. “Good.”

World around us forgotten, I exaggerate my pucker, inviting him in. I ache with need for him.

We ache with need for each other.

Our lips press together, and for a moment we do nothing but breathe in and out, the same air. The same breath. Cal’s full mouth covers mine, deep and…

Tentatively, our tongues touch. Deliberately. So agonizingly unhurried.

I’m breathless now, my knees shaking.

Painful. Arousing. Exciting.

It’s wet, and delicious, and incredible.





Grey: I still can’t believe you just showed up tonight. I hate to be the one to say it, but… it was really romantic.

Cal: You’re not mad, are you?

Grey: NO! Why on earth would I be?

Cal: Just checking.

Grey: That kiss was… indescribable.

Cal: Yeah, it was pretty incredible.

Grey: I don’t know how I made it back into work, my legs were all wobbly. I could hardly walk straight.

Grey: You showing up was off the charts sexy and romantic—albeit a tad stalker-ish. Totally something I would do if I were one. Which I’m not. But YOU are.

Cal: Stop.

Grey: IF I did have a stalker, I would want it to be you.

Cal: Ditto.

Grey: Soooo… Becca thought you were cute… avoids eye contact and checks nails

Cal: What? Cute? Ugh, nooo! Anything but cute! A wise woman once said that CUTE was the “kiss of death” and for grandmas and kittens.

Grey: LOL. I did say that, didn’t I? But it’s true. Because when she said you were cute, I wanted to tackle her to the ground. Haha, kidding.

Cal: Are you trying to tell me it made you jealous?

Grey: What? Me jealous? Pfft.

Grey: Okay, yes. I was jealous.





Cal: Morning sunshine.

Grey: groans I can already tell this is going to be a loooong day.

Cal: Why is that?

Grey: It’s only 8:00 in the morning and I’ve already gotten 3 panic texts from one of my sisters.

Cal: Chin up, sweetheart. Text me after your next class, and I’ll cheer you up.

Grey: You do realize you just called me sweetheart….

Cal: I did? Shit, I did.

Cal: Sorry?

Grey: Did you mean it?

Cal: That depends. Did you mind?

Grey: No. I liked it. Loved it actually.

Cal: Then yes. I meant it.

Grey: Awwww blushes prettily and giggles





Cal: Has your day gotten any better?

Grey: Much better, thanks to you. Starting my day with a text from Calvin seems to always help. But enough about me—how was YOUR day?

Cal: It would have been better if my friends weren’t such sick sonsabitches. I won’t get into details, but let’s just say it involved naked ass cracks, lunges, and MY boxer shorts. And the boxer shorts were not on me, but on Mason.

Grey: I just laughed out loud, and now my friends all want to know why I’m giggling.

Cal: Where are you?

Grey: Sitting in the dining hall, having a group lunch on campus.

Cal: What did you tell them you were laughing at?

Grey: The truth. I told them the truth: that you made me laugh and that you make me happy.





Grey: yawn My gosh, why am I so tired?!

Cal: You already in bed?

Grey: Yes. The pillows were calling my name. You?

Cal: Yeah. Reading a book.

Grey: Which one?

Cal: American Sniper. Have you seen the movie?

Grey: Not yet.

Cal: We should definitely go see it. I mean—if you want.

Grey: Yeah, we should. I’ll go anywhere that serves popcorn in a gallon-sized bucket. Do you read a lot?

Cal: Yes. I’ll read just about anything—except maybe textbooks. Ha ha.

Grey: Likes to read: add that to the list of things I like about you.

Grey: yawn Hey, Cal?

Cal: Yeah, Greyson?

Cal: Grey?

Cal: Did you fall asleep on me?

Cal: Guess so.

Cal: Sweet dreams, sweetheart.





Grey: Morning! I am so sorry I passed out on you last night. Your messages were nice to wake up to, though. Although, somehow I can’t picture you calling me sweetheart to my face. Don’t tough guys hate that kind of mushy stuff?

Cal: Hold that thought, baby cakes. Ha ha. Just got in from my jog. Give me a few to jump in the shower. I’ll text you in a bit.





Cal: Really needed that shower. I did a quick 5 miles. You don’t happen to jog, do you? Six Rivers has some sweet trails.

Grey: Honestly, no. But I’m willing to try anything once that won’t kill me.

Cal: Seriously?

Grey: Yes. I’ll just make sure to run behind you so I can stare at your superb ass #motivation Cal: Hey. You stole my line.





Cal: Hey, Grey?

Grey: Yeah?

Cal: I’m starting to miss you.

Grey: Me too.

Cal: You miss you too?

Grey: Stop it, you’re killing the mood.