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Heat coursed through me, his eyes holding mine as he finger-fucked me. I reached down and grabbed his dick, which was now solid. He lifted me easily by the hips as he entered me.

I arched back in pleasure as I lifted myself up and back down on him, the full length of him inside of me.

“You’re fuckingperfect,” he muttered into my ear as our bodies rocked in perfect rhythm.

***

I woke a little after two am as Cal shook my shoulders softly.

“Raven, wake up,” his voice was urgent, worried.

I sat up with confusion to find I was drenched in sweat and naked. I took in my surroundings, my gaze resting on Cal, who was watching me with concern.

“Cal, what’s wrong?”

I couldn’t believe we were entwined together on his sofa.

“You were having a nightmare,” he murmured, kissing my head.

I’d dreamt he was dead. I’d dreamt it before, but this seemed so final. I had watched his casket being lowered into the ground, and people walking away sadly. I dug my hands into the soil, screaming his name.

“I’ll get you some water,” he mumbled as he got up from the sofa, and I pulled the throw around me, shuddering despite the warmth of the house.

I watched Cal pad over from the sink, a glass of water in his hand. I could watch him all day. I couldn’t help but stare at his body, which he smirked at.

“Seen enough?”

“No,” I retorted as he sat on the sofa, his hand running up and down my leg reassuringly. I swallowed the water gratefully and checked my phone.

He watched me as I put it back on the floor and sigh contentedly. “Everything alright?” His tone is casual, but I know I’ve worried him.

“Yeah, my parents bought that I was staying at Rosie’s. I think they would let tonight slide either way with it being prom,” I shrugged, sipping the water before placing it on the floor beside my phone.

“Prom?” Cal echoed faintly; his arms wrapped around me as he scattered kisses all over me.

“I was hardly going to go, was I?”

“I bet you had lots of opportunities to go. I can’t even imagine how much attention you got the minute I was out of the picture. It kills me, actually,” his hand found mine as he brought it to his lips, his lips on my fingers.

“You’remine. You always have been Raven, and you always will be. I just hope you always want to be.”

I smiled as I nodded my head. “Always, baby.”

His eyes clouded over with something, which soon passed.

“Are you back now? For real?” I asked anxiously. I needed to know; there was no way I was going through that hell ever again.

His finger stroked my cheek. “I left because Ihadto. I’m here now, and there is no reason for me to have to leave again, know that.”

I frowned and despite myself I asked what I most wanted to hear the answer to. “What happened in New York?”

His eyes narrowed. “I know you need the truth, but I just don’t think I can tell you. Not yet. But I willneverleave you again. Okay?”

I realized he suddenly seemed a lot older than his eighteen years.

“Can we sleep in a proper bed now?” I grinned as he yawned and smiled at me.

I couldn’t push it—not at two a.m.