Michael bites his lip and looks, for a very long time, because Caleb asked for it. "Okay," he says bluntly. "I'm looking at you." And it's a damn good look, because he's a tall drink of water and Michael just needs to get over the footballer thing.

He's sweet and he can put away food like crazy and he asked for help.

And yeah, he's hot, he's got eyes. "Maybe I was just trying to figure out who else around the school wasn't there from the start."