sighed. “You aren’t losing me. You couldn’t lose me if you wanted to.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, lifting my head so I could look him in the eye.
Staring back at me, I could read the hesitancy in his gaze. I didn’t miss the tick in his jaw again either.
I sighed. “You are upset with me. I can see it. What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “I’m not upset with you. I’m mad at myself.” He didn’t look away and I could read the truth of his words in his expression, as I heard it in his voice.
“Why? Is there something I can do? I want to help.” Truly, I’d do anything for him.
A wry laugh escaped him. “As nice as that would be, I’m afraid it will only make my problem worse.”
Confusion settled over me. “How come?” I asked, wanting to understand what he meant.
“Let’s just say, I wish things in my life were different right now. I want something I can’t have.”
Obviously, he missed Jessi. And he was right—wanting her back was something none of us could ever have, no matter how badly we wished for it.
“I miss her too,” I whispered softly.
“Huh?” Now he looked confused.
“Jessi. We all want her back. That’s what you meant, wasn’t it?”
“Oh. No,” he said and my eyes widened. “I mean , yes,” he added quickly. “Of course I want her back, but that’s not what I was referring to.”
“Ah, sorry. I misunderstood. Well, can you talk to me about it?”
He honestly seemed more uncomfortable than I’d ever seen him, glancing away briefly, his eyes darting around my room. “Hmm, well, that’s where things get a little complicated.”
“If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. I respect your privacy. I only wanted to help you if I could. Sometimes talking about things can help to get the weight off your mind.”
“True, but in this case, I’m not sure it would.”
He didn’t trust me ; that much was apparent. It made me a bit irritated to know that despite what he said, I was still that “kid sister” in his mind. Letting my hands drop, I stepped from his embrace. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.” Turning away, I began walking toward the window, but he gripped my arm, bringing me around to face him.
“Anna, I . . . I want to tell you, but . . .” He swallowed hard, his gaze flitting across my features before resting on my mouth. “I can’t do this,” he whispered apologetically. Releasing me, he left the room, leaving me staring at the closed door.
“What the . . . ?” My voice drifted off as I spied his keys still resting on my desk. “Caleb, wait!” Grabbing them, I headed after him, catching him at the top of the stairs. He turned to look at me. “You forgot your—,” I was cut off as he seized me by the shoulders and pushed me against the wall, his mouth crushing mine.
Robbed of breath, surprise flooded through me followed by a parade of fireworks as every cell in my body felt like it was exploding. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to snake inside, groaning as it met mine. His keys fell to the floor as I slid my arms around his waist, hands fisting in his shirt. Pulling him closer, I didn’t want this moment to ever end. The feel of his hard body pressed firmly against me, his lips worshipping mine—it was exhilarating!
Caleb is kissing me! The thought bounced through my head repeatedly. I knew I wasn’t dreaming—this was too real, better than anything I’d ever imagined. My legs were shaking under the strain of holding myself up and I simply wanted to melt into him, to become a part of him forever.
I love him. The words were so simple. All the feelings and emotions I’d hidden away, denying myself from admitting, came rushing in full strength. I love him. It was as easy as that. There was a reason I cared about him as much as I did; and now there was no way I could refute the truth. He’d forced me to admit it. I love him.
Goosebumps rose over my flesh as he trailed his fingertips down my arms,