Besides, I didn’t want to sound whiny. But this was Caleb.
Baby steps, Veronica. Baby steps.
“Not at the time. But have you been back to your place since you got back from the cabin?”
“Yes.”
“Was anything missing?”
“Not that I know of.” He narrowed his eyes. “What are you not telling me?”
He knew me so well.
I opened the car door. “Let’s go inside.”
“Can I see your bedroom?” he asked as soon as we entered Kara’s house, toeing off his shoes beside the door.
My heart started to beat wildly. I swallowed. “Sure.”
I walked ahead of him, taking a deep breath before opening my bedroom door. I stepped inside without looking behind me and headed to my closet to get a change of clothes for my shower.
“I miss seeing your things. I miss the smell of the place when you’re baking or cooking. I miss the peanut butter in the fridge. It’s not the same when you’re not there. It feels empty.”
I turned ar
ound. He was lying in my bed, his arms behind his head, his ankles crossed as he watched me.
“Lie down with me?”
I wanted to. So badly, but… “I have to get ready, Caleb.”
“We have time. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. I just want to hold you. And ask you a few questions,” he added.
“What questions?”
He turned onto his side. “All right, let’s do it my way, shall we, Red?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you’ve got something you want to tell me. Let’s do Twenty Confessions.”
“What?”
“It’s a game. Twenty Confessions. Instead of questions, they’ll be confessions.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He just grinned.
“What if I have nothing to confess?” I asked.
He just raised his brows.
“How about confessions or questions?” I suggested.
“All right then. Lie down with me, Red,” he cajoled, patting the spot beside him. “I promise I won’t bite. Please?” He smiled, dimples winking at me.
“Fine.”
I stretched out beside him, my back to him. His arm wrapped around my stomach as he tucked my head under his chin.