His words were a hot breath against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
An inexplicable heat flushed through me.
âLet go,â I mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.
But his grip tightened.
The more I struggled, the closer our bodies became.
Frustrated, I resigned myself to the contact, my cheeks burning.
There was a confusing tangle of emotions within me.
I couldnât bring myself to be cruel to Caleb.
This complicated mess was agonizing.
How could I navigate the hostility between him and Andrew?
Promising Andrew an engagement party was to help him get rid of Shirley, and it was also fueled by my heartbreak over Caleb.
Now, after I slept with Caleb, things were undeniably better between us.
But how could I face Andrew?
âThinking about Andrew again?â Calebâs voice turned cold as he noticed my distant gaze.
Shaking daze off, I met his eyes.
âMy engagement to Andrew was to help him.
I made a promise, and I intend to keep it.
I wonât put him in a difficult position.
â
âDebra, I just need to know you love me, not him,â Caleb said, his gaze intense.
Speech momentarily failed me.
The truth was about to come outâ¦
Caleb was always the one I loved, my destined mate.
But I didnât want to admit it.
The hurt from his past actions was still raw.
Sensing my hesitation, Caleb seemed to understand.
A slow smile spread across his face.
He
lifted my chin, and with a possessive air, ki*sed me deeply.
The suddenness of the ki*s was overwhelming.
Our tongues intertwined, saliva mingling.
My mind went blank.
Instinctively, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the desire coursing through me.
Calebâs breathing quickened, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own heart.
Our bodies grew warm, and the room seemed to heat up with unspoken desire.
Just as Calebâs hand grazed my chest, I jolted back to reality, breaking the ki*s.
A blush crept up my cheeks as I mumbled, âEnough!â
It was still light out, and we were in Andrewâs manor.
Any strange noise could easily cause a scandal.
Caleb found my shyness endearing.
He brushed a stray hair from my face, his gaze holding mine.
âDebra, whether you admit it or not, youâre mine.
Body and soul.
â
âDonât be so narcissistic,â I countered subconsciously.
I barely finished my retort when Calebâs fingers pinched my waist, as if punishing me for lying.
I let out a moan inadvertently.