?“I don’t think she is. I just need to end it.”
?Yes! Leave her.
?“What do you want, though, if it’s not what you’ve got?” I bit my lip, praying I hadn’t pushed it too far.
?His minty breath was close to my ear as he turned his head towards mine.
?“What I’ve got in my arms.”
?It was my turn to have a heart attack. I wondered if I tipped my head back ever so slightly, would hefinallykiss me? More to the point, would I want him to? Yes, I fuckingwould. Despite that, I didn’t do it. Instead, I sat there imagining it.
?“Well, you’ve got me in your arms because I’m needy, and you make me feel safe and warm.”
“I’m glad.”
?Silence fell again, and I felt my eyes close.
?“You want me to stay all night?” he whispered as his lips kissed my head again. That must be the third time he’d done that tonight, and I wasnotcomplaining.
?“Yes, please.”
?His free hand found mine on his chest, and he laced his fingers with mine again.
“Goodnight, Summer.”
?I smiled, inhaling his masculine scent deeply, my fingers on fire from his touch.
“Night, Gabriel.” I smirked against his chest, hearing him sigh in frustration.
?Full name usage from now on, methinks.
?We both fell asleep quickly, our limbs entangled and our hands laced together.
?Nothing unusual about that, right?
CHAPTER 14
CALEB
Saturday. The bad boy of the week. No school today, Saturday says. Spend the day doing fuck-all, don’t get up if you don’t wanna. Today isyourday.
I stretched, wiggling my toes as I yawned loudly, reaching for my phone to see the time. Barely nine a.m.
What the fuck, body clock?
If this were Monday, I’d be sleeping like a baby. Sitting up, the smell of bacon made my stomach grumble loudly. I swung my legs out of bed and pulled on some pants before padding over to the door. I could hear my Mom clattering away in the kitchen as dad groaned from somewhere nearby. I made my way down the stairs to see dad sprawled on the couch, a stained wine glass beside him, accompanied by two empty bottles. His arm flung over his eyes, his stomach bare.
“Do you need me to remind you how old you are?” I smirked as I leaned against the doorway.
He didn’t respond, other than to raise his middle finger in my general direction. Mom patted my back as she moved past me, with a plate of bacon sandwiches and a coffee for the biggest child in the house.
“Cal...” she crooned, laughing when he groaned.
His hand circled her thigh as she moved his other hand from his face. “Can someone turn out the lights? It’s so fucking bright.”
Mom chuckled as he pulled her onto his lap. “What’s this? You know I’d rather just have you for breakfast,” he growled as he nibbled her ear.
I turned away, groaning. “Too much. Far too much,” I muttered, making my way into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.