“Yes,” he whispered.
I walked to him slowly. His eyes widened a little as he watched me. I stopped when I was a few inches away from him. I could feel his breath, smell the mint in it.
“I have something for you, Caleb.”
I placed my hands around his neck, pulling him close to me. A small smile played on his lips. His lips… They looked so soft, so tempting. I stared at them, craving their taste, their feel against mine.
“What do you have for me, Red?”
His voice was low and raspy, green eyes hooded as they gazed down at me, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks.
“A kiss,” I said breathlessly.
His hands gripped my hips possessively, pulling me closer to him. I heard his intake of breath as our hips touched and the space between us disappeared.
“I want you,” he murmured before his head dipped down to claim my lips.
The soft glide of his tongue between my lips coaxed me to open up to him, and when I did, I let myself drown.
Everything blurred into sensation: the rough texture of his hands as they slipped under my shirt, his fingertips slowly drifting along the skin on my lower back, the delicious warmth from his body, the gentle bite of his teeth, the slow licks of his tongue.
It was a passionate kiss, hard and deep. It made me long for something I wasn’t ready for. His hands were all over my body. My head was spinning, my heart beating too fast.
And then his phone rang.
I pulled away. We were both panting.
“Red…”
“Answer your phone, please. I need a minute.”
Holy crap, what the hell was that?
He stared at me, hesitant to let me go.
“Please,” I said.
I wanted to have time to get my breath back without his eyes on me. I was tripping, melting, about to fall apart.
“Hello? Beatrice-Rose?” He stiffened. “Yes, how are you? No, I can’t tonight. I’m sorry. Rain check?”
Beatrice-Rose? Rain check?
He was kissing me seconds ago, and now he was planning a date with another girl?
What the fuck. He hadn’t changed at all. He was still a man whore! Everything blurred to red. Had he been sleeping with anyone—this Beatrice-Rose—since we met? Good God. He’d practically proposed to me!
I wrapped my arms around my stomach as my mind thundered off like a freight train. Images of my dad cheating on my mom, my mom crying, begging him to leave his other woman, crashed through my head… Kar crying. And I just snapped. I grabbed the plate of food from the counter and stomped over to dump the food over his head as he finished the call.
He stepped away suddenly so that the food barely touched him. “What the fuck?”
The food plopped wetly onto the floor, and he stared at me in shocked silence.
“You asshole!” I screamed, backing away.
I pulled off my shoe and threw it at him. He ducked, and it missed hitting him by a few inches, which made me angrier. I grabbed my other shoe and threw it at him again. This time he caught it midair. Damned agile basketball player!
“Wha—? What did I do now?” He looked so confused, so clueless that I felt like kicking him between his legs.