“Caleb.”
“Huh?”
“Call me Caleb. No one calls me Caleb.”
He was quiet for a minute, so I peeked at his profile to find his pink lips curled into a grin.
“So, does that make me your friend now?”
“What? No.”
His thick blond brows pulled low over his eyes as he touched his chest with his fist. “You wound me, Caleb.”
“Caleb,” I reminded him through gritted teeth.
“I’d think only your friends would have the privilege of calling you by your nickname. And if I’m not your friend, then I guess I’m stuck calling you Caleb.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re my packmate. Isn’t that enough?”
He shook his head. “Nope. Not for me.”
“Why not?” I asked, my voice bordering on whining.
He turned to face me, and I quickly averted my gaze before it could get caught in his. “Because I want more.”
