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He led me away from the dance and into his car, my heart pounding erratically in my chest.

I wanted to get out of here, away from prying eyes, confusion, and most importantly—my boyfriend.

Thoughts spun through my mind as we hurried to his car, our hands entwined. I wasn’t proud of what I was doing, but the feelings and emotions that Cal invoked within me weren’t to be challenged.

He drove carefully, without so much as glancing at me the entire drive.

We pulled up to his house, which was as I remembered, except now, darkness shrouded it. He walked around in front of the car, opening my door before slipping his hand into mine. My skin sizzled under his touch, and I followed him like he was a beacon in the night.

Breathe, Gretch. It’s just the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, taking you to his bedroom in your dress from the dance you were at with your boyfriend...

We climbed the last steps to his room and closed the door behind us. He stood in front of me, gazing at me, as I slid my heels off. I walked over to him, placing my hands on his chest nervously. He cupped my hand on his chest and kissed my fingers again.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Cal,” I confessed, my voice low.

His eyes searched mine before he spoke. “Well, I do, but I want you to be absolutely sure it is what you want,” his voice was hoarse with longing.

“Please stop kissing my fucking fingers and kiss my lips,” I moaned.

Then his lips were on mine, his tongue urgently teasing me. I kissed him back fiercely, my hands now under his shirt.

“Fuck...” he whispered, pulling me onto his lap.

I pushed his shirt up, revealing toned abs. I wasted no time in dropping open-mouthed kisses onto his stomach, as he hissed above me.

His hands stopped me from exploring his body further, tugging me up so I’m straddling him.

I gazed into his eyes, my hair falling like a curtain around us.

“You remember that feeling I told you I would need, Gretchen?” he murmured lowly, as I kissed his throat, devouring his scent in my mouth, my hands running down his back and his chest as I pushed him onto the bed.

“Yes,” I breathed, dizzy with desire as he pulled me back.

“I’ve got it,” he swallowed. “But against everything my body is telling me, I amnotfucking you tonight.”

I stared at him; his lips swollen from kissing me.

Did Cal just admit to having… feelings for me? Feelings he had never had before?

I wished I hadn’t drunk that alcohol earlier, because I couldn’t remember every detail of our therapy session, which Cal was now referring to.

“You’re not?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice. He stroked my bare shoulders before sitting up, placing me next to him with ease. He tilted his head to look at me, his eyes scanning me as he exhaled loudly.

“No, I’m not. As hard as it is, when I do that, I want you to be mine. Do you understand?Mine.”

I stared at him. This god-like creature that was telling me he wanted me to behis. I knelt in front of him, sweeping his hair back so I could focus on him properly. It was time for me to be honest, too.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”

He kissed me again, deeply, until my phone rang, shattering the blissful silence we had created.

“Shit,” Cal’s eyes narrowed as he nodded at my phone. “Is it him?”

I checked the display, relief coursing through me. “No, it’s Sienna.”

I answered the call as Cal laid back on his bed, watching me through half-closed eyes.

“Babe, where the fuck are you? Luke’s going crazy, saying you’ve left. Have you?”