Page 108 of Date With Danger

He clenches his jaw. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“Doing nothing hurts just as much as doing something.”

His eyes drop and he scoots back a step. “I told you I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Yeah, you keep saying those words, but I don’t believe them. I wish you didn’t either.” I take the step he put between us.

He sighs, and I feel his exhaustion in my soul.

“At least tell me this,” I say, standing taller. “So I can stop going crazy guessing over here, tell me if this thing between us is real? Tell me that if you could do this, that maybe you would?”

I hate how desperate my voice sounds.

He opens his mouth, I’m sure to protest.

“Please, Caleb. Please just tell me if I'm the problem.”

He lifts his hand to my cheek, gently brushing away a stray hair.

I cave into his touch, wanting so much more.

“It would be so much easier if it were,” he whispers. His hand slides around the back of my head and he presses his lips to my forehead.

My body combusts under the heat of his touch. It’s such a gentle kiss, but it flips the world upside down. It gives me hope.

He pulls back, his eyes intent on mine. “Can we talk when I get back?”

I can only nod. I’m ready to talk now, but I’ll give him the time he needs.

He drops his hold on me. “Don’t leave, okay?” He grabs the notepad from the desk and jots down his number, since I don’t currently have it memorized, then leaves it by the phone.

“Is someone else coming to watch me?” I ask.

His eyes darken. “No one gets to watch you but me.”

“Is that how it is?” I bite my bottom lip.

“That’s how it is,” he whispers, stalking back over to me.

“In that case, can you say it again but in a sexy accent?” I grin.

“No one gets to—” he starts, but I immediately cut him off.

“You call that sexy? What was that?”

“It was clearly Jamaican.” He slips his hands around my waist and brushes his rough cheek against mine.

“That was not clear.” I giggle as he continues to tickle my cheek.

He presses a tender kiss below my ear, but before I can turn my head to purchase another showing he releases me, backing toward the door. “I promise we’ll talk. Without the accents.”

“I can’t wait.”

Caleb pulls open the door but turns back to look at me one last time. “An agent is coming by the way.”

Little liar. “I promise not to fall for him.”

His eyes darken, for only a moment. “You better not.”

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