My eyebrow lifts higher, and Caleb groans. “What if I’d brought a guest over, Caleb? Is this really the first impression you want to make?”
Caleb smiles at me, and I melt a little inside. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
He arches his hips, full-on fucking his fist now. “Come over here, Whit. I’ve been waiting for you. Need you.”
I scoff but am already deciding which way I want him. This morning I’d taken him from behind, his back to my chest. Slipped inside of him while he was still half asleep.
“You had me this morning.”
“Not enough. Need more.”
I roll my eyes in faux exasperation but still drop my messenger bag and tug off my shirt and pants as quickly as possible.
* * *
Caleb is snoozing on the couch, his head in my lap as the TV plays quietly. My fingers thread through his hair which is longer than a month ago. He needs a haircut. Although I do like this as well. More to grab onto.
I like anything Caleb apparently. He’s making me rethink my entire future.
My phone buzzes in my bag, and I lean over to grab it. Seeing the familiar number on the screen, my heart speeds up. I feel sick. This is the call I’ve been waiting for, so I answer it without hesitation.
“Yes?” I say as quietly as I can.
Caleb clutches my thigh at the interruption and sighs softly, still asleep.
I continue to massage his scalp as the lawyer on the other end of the line confirms it is indeed me.
And then gives me the bad news. My stomach clenches, and I feel like I’m going to throw up.
There’s nothing to be done. I’m stuck.
If I want my trust fund to be released to me when I turn 23, I need to go through with it.
With everything.
My chest constricts, and I gulp down air. I can’t breathe. The room is closing in on me.
“Whit?” Caleb says sleepily, his blue eyes blinking up at me.
I’m so sorry.
So sorry.
“You okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
“I…” My lungs constrict, and I clutch at my chest. My vision blurs, and I lean forward, placing my head between my legs, doing my best not to pass out.
The hope I’d had is gone. I hadn’t even thought that things could be any different until I’d met Caleb. And for a month, one blissful, life-changing month, I’d let myselfhope. But it’s all lost now. Everything is ruined
“Whit?” Caleb says, those strong, thick hands rubbing my back so softly. So gentle. Always so gentle with me.
I can’t lose him. Can’t.
“Fine. Just…need…a minute,” I gasp.
He’s so patient, waiting it out with me until my breathing comes easier and my vision isn’t blurry. I still want to throw up, want to purge this feeling out of me.
“What was that?” he asks, cupping my face in his palms and pressing a kiss to my sweaty forehead.