Caleb raised an eyebrow at Lola’s question. Obviously, she wasn’t wrecked with guilt or regret like he feared she might be, but she was on the opposite end of the spectrum.  It was a pleasant surprise to say the least. He couldn’t help but admire a girl that was confident enough to vocalize what she wanted from him, especially if it was something physical. 

His voice, gravelly with sleep, spoke lowly. “Yeah, it would be.” 

He was going to talk to her about their issues with the Nines, see if maybe she could help him get information from Jack, but part of him felt like it may be too much to ask. He ruined the poor girl’s life, and now Caleb was going to ask her to go back to the same man to get some information for him over a turf war? It was cold-hearted, and it would usually line up with who he was, but right now, he was realizing the soft spot he was developing for the girl in bed next to him.

Maybe he’d wait for a little while, then ask her. He’d have to get a better read on her to see if it would be something she would be open to doing it. He didn’t want to ruin the good rapport he had built with her. At least not [i]yet.[/i] He was enjoying it too much. 

One hand was underneath his head, and the other one was on the back of hers, running his fingers through it gently. “So,” he began with his eyes closed, a smirk tugging at his lips, “if we’re staying in bed, what do you wanna do?” Caleb’s hand trailed down from her hair to the top of her back, lightly grazing it. “I have a few ideas, but…” his voice trailed off.