Page 162 of As the Rain Falls
“I’m just telling the truth.” He sighs before touching my chin, silencing me. “You know she can be a bit of a bitch sometimes, that’s all.”
I roll my eyes, but Caleb presses his lips against mine again.
A short, sweet kiss.
“Yeah, well. Remember that day Angelina caught us kissing at the library?”
“What about it?” he asks.
“She only had bad things to say about you.”
Caleb echoes, sounding surprised, “About me?”
“A-ham.” I kiss the corner of his lips, feeling his hand trace upwards, aiming towards my bra again. “She said you weren’t serious about me. Was she right?”
“She’s just mad I wouldn’t date her,” Caleb explains, biting his lower lip.
I blink, taking the information in. “What do you mean?”
“Two years ago she asked me out, but I was with Maria back then.” Caleb drops my hands and averts his gaze towards the empty parking lot. “Clearly, she doesn’t know how to handle rejection all that well.”
“Oh.” I think about it, trying to decide if the story is even believable.
“She’s just trying to mess with you. It’s the fastest way to mess with me,” he adds, sounding annoyed about it. “I swear, she just keeps throwing herself at me for no reason, even though I’m not interested.”
I hum in understanding, but something about it irks me a little.
“I think I get the picture.”
Caleb must sense my discomfort, because he pulls my skirt until my black shorts are showing underneath.
“Let’s stop thinking about her.” He smiles at me. “And start thinking about us instead.”
We go back to kissing. It’s fast and heated, and soon, he starts to press his hips against mine, looking for friction.
“You’re my fucking wet dream,” his words are hushed, labored. “I need you.”
I press my tongue against his, a warm sensation spreading from my legs until it reaches my toes. I roll my hips down on instinct, a quiet moan breaking the silence again.
It takes me a second to register that it’s a sound that’s coming from me, from my mouth. Once I do, it makes me shudder, goosebumps breaking all over my arms and legs. I break our kiss and stop moving.
“Did I hurt you again?”
“No.”
I shift uncomfortably, feeling the small bulge of his jeans against my core. It should be driving me insane, making me feel good about myself, but all I feel is disgust.
Caleb dives in to kiss me, but I pull back.
“Wait a second,” I ask, trying to make sense of everything.
The other day, Caleb talked me into sending a few naked pictures of myself. I considered not doing it, but he promised not to show them to anybody else. I liked doing that. I liked how he reacted to me.
I want more. I want this. Sex. I want to have sex with him. I think it could be a good thing. I’ve never had it with anybody else before, and it’s long overdue. Even if it’s not good, it’ll be a way to forget about everything that happened that night, for starters.
“Cassandra?”
I exhale, “Yes?”
