Because I apparently have no control when I’m around this guy.
He reaches down and gently presses his palm against it, and my eyes flutter closed.
“I think you do,” he says softly, and then he steps away from me, leaving me extremely flustered.
I was never in a winning position with Whit. Might as well roll over now before it gets embarrassing.
“Fine,” I grumble and adjust myself before hopping into my Jeep.
It roars to life, and I pull out my phone and text Mal and Bree, letting them know that I took Whit home.
And then we’re on our way home. I’m not sure what the plan is once we arrive, but when we step inside the quiet apartment, and the door locks behind us, Whit and I just stare at each other.
“So what now, huh?” I ask.
Whit’s eyes move across my body. “What would you like, Caleb?”
Oh, that’s a loaded question, but I’m not about to beg. My feelings are still hurt, and I’ve felt like shit for the past five days.
I run a hand through my hair and scoff. “I cannot believe this. I’m so stupid.”
Whit takes a step toward me. “You are not.”
“I am. I ditched my friends and my plans tocome home with you, and you won’t even say whatyouwant,” I reply and then run a hand down my face. “I’m going back. What the hell am I doing here with you?”
I turn to leave, and Whit grabs me, his fingers tight around my wrist.
“Stay.”
“Nah,” I reply, but I don’t budge, just let him hold me in place with his hand.
“Let’s watch a movie,” he says. “You pick. Anything.”
He tugs on my arm, leads me to the couch, and places the remote in my hand. Then he sits down next to me and slides his hands under his thighs.
I turn on the first movie I see and then look at Whit, sitting stiffly next to me.
“Why you sitting like that?” I ask, and Whit tries to loosen his posture, but he’s just as rigid as he was a moment ago.
“Why you look like you want to escape? You were the one who wanted me here,” I remind him.
“I want to be here. I don’t want to escape. I’m just…nervous.”
“Nervous?”
“Yes, because…I don’t know what I should do at this moment. I realize I’ve messed up, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what you want. But being only roommates isn’t what I want.”
I watch him the whole time he utters this, his eyes never leaving the TV.
“What do you want, Caleb? Tell me, please,” he pleads, and I swallow.
He looks so vulnerable right now, laying himself out for me to see, that I feel no need to stretch this torment out any longer.
“Well, I have missed being held,” I offer.
Whit turns toward me, and before I can blink, he’s pulling me into him, shifting our bodies until I’m lying on top of him. His fingers in my hair, pulling lightly on the strands, his other hand moving under my shirt, rubbing up and down the bumps of my spine.
“I missed this too,” he admits shakily, and I let myself nuzzle my face into his neck, inhaling his scent.