20. Casey
Casey
C aleb’s solid body is pressed against me, his fingers holding tight onto my hips as his lips crash against mine.
It’s like we never missed a beat. My mouth opens for his hungry tongue.
My teeth nip at his plump lower lip as we feast on each other.
His hands move to my ass as he lifts me up, the gown riding up as he presses his insanely hard cock against my core.
My fingers glide through his hair as he holds me pinned between the wall and his muscled body.
His mouth leaves mine to make a trail over my jaw and down my neck, pulling a soft moan from my mouth.
“Caleb.” Oh, God . This is Caleb, not Derek. We shouldn’t be doing this. “Stop. We have to stop.”
He looks up dazedly. His lips swollen like mine. His eyes hooded with desire. As he releases me and my feet find the floor, my fingers slowly slide out of his thick hair.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
“Me too,” I reply, adjusting my dress.
“You know what? I’m not. I’m not fucking sorry, Case. I deserve another chance. I can show you that I’m different, better.”
“And what would it change? Huh? You still hooked up with Tori, whether it was a blow job or more. We still lost…still lost…” my voice trails, unable to even say it out loud.
“Our baby.”
“We can’t get that back.”
“No, but we can get us back.”
I shake my head. “There is no us anymore, Caleb. We aren’t good for each other. We never were.”
“Things will be different,” he argues. “I promise.”
He steps to me, cupping my face in his hands. Brushing his lips over mine, he gives me the softest kiss. I want to give in. I desperately want to give in and hold him to that promise.
“I can’t. I just can’t.”
He rests his forehead against mine. “Please.”
His tone is as desperate as I am. He’s breaking just the way I am. But the pain is still too much for me. It still overwhelms me.
“You have to let me go, Caleb.”
Reluctantly, he drops his hands to his sides and takes a step back. Part of me wants him to fight for me. To rage out that no one else can ever have me, the way he used to do. To tell me he’s keeping me forever, the way he did before.
But he doesn’t do that. He stands there saying nothing. Letting me go, just as I asked him to. Refusing to look back, I leave him there. This is for the best. We can stop destroying each other. Finally.