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thought about my morning in Tyler's bed.
    "Then let's get out of here and get back to that, shall we?" he grinned, while filling out the credit card receipt.
    "Yes, please," I agreed.
    Caleb grabbed my hand while we walked through the dark parking lot back to our cars.
    "Ride home with me, and I'll bring you back to your car tomorrow," he said.
    "Maybe I should drive my car since you've been drinking," I reminded him.
    He reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys and put them in my hand.
    "Oh heck no. Your car is worth five of mine," I protested. His bright, shiny Mustang couldn't have been more than a year or two old.
    "I trust you."
    "Yeah, because you're drunk, and not thinking clearly. What if I wreck it?"
    "You won't wreck it. Come on," he said, opening the driver side for me.
    "Are you sure?"
    "Yes, and last night I was drunk. Tonight I'm not even feeling a buzz, but better safe than sorry."
    I sighed, but couldn't resist sitting down in the black leather seat, which was miles away from the steering wheel.
    "Fix the seat and all however you need," he chuckled before closing my door to go around to the passenger side.
    I'd gotten the seat right by the time he got in, then reached to fix the mirrors. That's when I noticed the pink and silver butterfly charm hanging from the rearview mirror. Such a feminine thing for a big, macho guy like Caleb to have. I ran my fingers over it to turn it toward me and saw it wasn't just a random butterfly, it was a butterfly with a pink breast cancer ribbon in the center.
    I looked over to Caleb who was fastening his seatbelt, and tried to decide whether or not I should ask him about it. I wanted to know more about the incredible man next to me, other than how good he was in bed.
    "Has someone close to you had breast cancer?" I asked softly.
    He swallowed so hard before he answered that I saw his Adam's apple bob. "My mom."
    "Oh…how is she?"
    He shook his head without looking at me. "She died two years ago."
    "I'm so sorry Caleb," I told him, reaching to run a hand over his arm.
    "Yeah, she was an amazing woman. Made June Cleaver look like a bitch," he tried to joke, but I could tell how upset he was at just the mention of her.
    "I bet she was the kind of mother I always wished I'd had," I told him.
    He nodded. "I'm sorry your mother is the way she is," he said. "And yeah, my dad and I were really lucky to have had her as long as we did. I just hate we lost her so soon, you know? She'll never see me get married, and if I ever have kids they'll never ... well, yeah."
    Seeing the sad, softer, caring side of Caleb made me want him more, and made me wish I could take away his pain.
    I stretched across the console to softly kiss his cheek, then his lips when he turned his head toward me. When our tongues met his hands were suddenly on me, pulling me urgently on top of him. We stayed wrapped in each other's arms, our mouths fused together, while time seemed to stand still. Eventually Caleb pulled the seat lever to lean it back, then I was lying on top of him, and he was pulling my dress off over my head. 
     
    …
     
    Tyler
     
    Luckily I avoided Caleb all day Saturday after he brought my car back. I was afraid I’d bite his head off or hit him. Even though he didn't deserve either. He didn’t know I’d met Lauren yesterday morning, or that she was at Shooter's looking for me. Damn it, if anything he should be the one hitting me for what I did with Lauren after he left this morning.
    My luck ran out Saturday night. Around ten Caleb came home, and he wasn’t alone - Lauren was with him.
    A part of me had hoped she’d decide not to see him anymore because she wanted me. I guess by turning her down that morning I killed that possibility. Fine, I’d give her hell while she’s with my roommate. I know she wants me, and Caleb was only going to end up hurting her. At least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself.
    I heard them in the kitchen and despite my jealousy, I couldn't stop my