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Caleb made a pit stop in his parent’s room to grab a dry shirt for Marcy before he went to change. He stood in front of his bedroom and checked his cell; no missed call from Becca. Disappointed, he opened his bedroom door, flipped the light on, and closed the door behind him. His wet shirt came off over his head before he tossed it into the hamper like a basketball. A perfect shot! As he turned around, he noticed his misshaped comforter. “Uh… who’s in my bed?” he asked with eyes wide. A female whispered, “Turn the light off.” When Caleb glanced around his room for a clue, he immediately noticed the absence of Becca’s portrait. His eyes drew back to the curvaceous lump under the covers. “Seriously…who’s in my bed?” “Turn the light off,” she whispered again. Caleb sighed impatiently as he walked over to his bed. Slowly, he pulled the covers back. Paige was sprawled out on his sleek cotton sheets in her pink satin underwear. She performed a seductive crawl on her knees and faced his shocked expression from the middle of the bed. Caleb staggered back. “Paige, what the hell are you doing? Get your clothes on!” Paige turned on the charm by flipping her golden locks to the side. “Caleb, I want you to be my first. Right here, right now, no strings attached. I want you.” she announced with a fiery gaze from her violet eyes. “Paige, I’m taken! You need to get dressed, and get out of my room.” With a moan, Caleb buried his face in his hands. “We’ve already been through this...”

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