My willpower snaps.
And I kiss my way up and down her body, making her watch me in our reflection. I don’t stop until she begs me for more. Until she cries my name out over and over.
Until I watch the girl I love put the first piece of herself back together.
“Cal?” Becca asks as I run my hand through her hair.
“Yes?” I ask her.
After I enjoyed my time kissing and licking every inch of her, we crawled into bed and have been wrapped in each other’s arms since. Sleep is threatening to take over, but I’m fighting it as best I can.
“Would you want to just stay here with me until training camp is finished?” I feel her hold her breath.
She wants me to stay here with her?
My heart contracts. “I would love to.”
“Okay, good. Good night, Cal,” she says, and I can hear the smile on her lips.
“Good night, love,” I tell her, and three special words almost slip past my softly parted lips.
Tomorrow is a big day. Gran will get moved to her new home. And Austin is going on a date with my girlfriend.
At least I’m back at practice tomorrow. I’m going to need it to be able to hold myself back from killing Austin.
I hear Becca’s breathing even out, and I give in to the sleep, falling into the darkness with Becca in my arms.
TWENTY-FOUR
Becca
“Stella will be there at one thirty with Gran’s transport team,” Cal tells me as we pull onto the street of his childhood home.
“Okay, sounds good. They don’t know, right—your parents?” I ask, trying to anticipate how much of a fight this is going to be.
He smiles. “Not a clue.”
He pulls into the driveway and gets my door for me. “You ready?” he asks.
He’s always concerned for me.
“Are you?”
“I’ve been waiting for this day since I turned eighteen. Gran’s the only reason I ever come back. Now that she’ll be gone, so will I,” he tells me.
I wish he had parents who really cared about him.
I remember the first time I met them. His mom told me her son was a worthless piece of trash and that I’d be better off alone than with him. I’ve hated her since day one. So, I am just as excited to tell his parents where to shove it when we walk out of here.
As we walk up to the chipped blue door, a wave of anxiety floods me. His Gran probably hates me still. After all, she thinks I cheated on him. I’d hate me too. I wonder if Cal has told her yet that I never really did.
I’m about to ask him as we step into his parents’ house. But his mom is on us before I get a chance.
“So great to see you, Becca. I’ve missed you!”
She leans in for a hug, and I let her. I lay my hands on her shoulders with no pressure.
“Hey, Mom,” Cal says with disdain in his voice.
