CHAPTER 2

JESSA

Caleb’s eyes flick down, slow and shameless, scanning every inch of my body like he’s peeling me with his gaze.

“You know,” he says, licking his bottom lip, “you’re fucking hot when you’re mad.”

I roll my eyes so hard they nearly fall out of my head. “Jesus Christ.”

He pushes off the crate and walks toward me like a predator.

“I mean it,” he says, voice lower now, husky. “All that attitude. That mouth. You make me wanna ruin you.”

I scoff and lift my radio. “I’m calling for someone to open this door. Before you say something even dumber.”

I press the button, static crackling—“Hello?...