Chapter 86

(Anastasia's POV)

I padded out of the bathroom, freshly washed, and tied my wet hair up into a messy bun. Caleb was sitting on the bed, half stripped with his phone in his hand. This is a miracle to see, not with his laptop or computer but on his phone.

Is he having an affair with his beloved cellphone?

I slyly crawled onto the bed and wrapped my arms around his chest. I heard him chuckle. "You really are insatiable," he said softly as I rested my cheek on his shoulder.

"Maybe, but I don't hear you complaining," I replied as my fingernails traced circles on his chest, basically, around his nipple. Why does he have a pumped chest? His chest is more firm than any guy's. I mean, I'm not a maniac or what. Just being curious.

"No, that's true," he said, turning his head to look at me. He put me on his top as my breast were pressed to his firm chest. The fact that I'm wearing a silk sleeveless top with no bra, I feel not suffocated as my breast were juggling whenever I move. I'm becoming a