Page 100 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
“Oh my god, I still can’t believe it,” I say, bouncing on my toes and whirling around to look at the guys. “That was fucking brilliant. I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Right? Low-key, I’ve been holding my breath for something to go wrong all week,” Pike adds with a sheepish grin. “Didn’t want to get my hopes up.”
I open my mouth to tease him, but I’m lifted into Ezra’s arms and spun in a circle, making me squeal with laughter.
“Put her down, Ez,” Becket snaps, and Ezra gently places me back on my feet. Becket finally, after what feels like years, makes eye contact with me. “Callie, can I talk to you?”
I swallow and nod, sending the others a smile.
“We’ll meet you guys for Heartless,” Pike says, and then they disappear, leaving me and Becket behind the stage.
“What’s up?”
“I should ask you that,” he says, arms folded over his chest. “You’ve been completely MIA all week, and then I try to kiss you and you go stiff as a goddamn board. What the fuck was that, Callie?”
“I didn’t...I wasn’t...” I say slowly, shaking my head. “You startled me with that kiss. And I was with Pike and Rock and Ez all day yesterday. You were the one who?—”
“And then where did you go?”
I blink at him, but I don’t speak. His eyes scan my face, noting my scrunched eyebrows and my frown.
“Where did you go, Callie? To see yourfriend from high school? You didn’t have friends in high school. You’ve told all of us that a thousand times. So where thefuckhave you been going?”
My mouth drops open, and the confession falls out immediately. I don’t even try to lie.
“I met someone. A guy.”
Becket clenches his jaw and shakes his head, then he laughs. “A guy.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and nod. “Yes. A guy. I’ve been hanging out with him.”
“Have you hooked up with him?”
“Yes.”
He scoffs, then silence stretches. When I finally open my eyes, I find him staring angrily at me, and my need to defend myself spikes.
“You saidcasual, Beck. Last week when I asked you what this was between us, you saidcasual. You said weweren’t anything serious.Just having fun, remember? You can’t get angry with me for spending time with someone else when you yourself said we weren’t serious!”
“I wouldn’t have said any of that shit if I’d thought you were going to turn around and hook up with some random douche at ArtFusion, Callie! Jesus.It’s not seriousisn’t the same as sayinggo fuck someone else.”
“I didn’t—” I start to protest, but then I bite my tongue.
I don’t even know what to say. I can’t defend myself. I won’t lie, but I can’t bring myself to speak the truth. And fuck, I should be sorry, but I’m not. And damn it, even now, arguing with Becket about how I’ve fucked up our relationship, my pulse still races at the idea of being in Torren’s arms again.
Flashes of being on his lap—of having his hands on me, him inside me—assault me, and the marks on my body sting in a way that makes me have to clench my thighs together.
I’m such a shitty person.
I drag my hands down my face and groan. I’ve never had anything even close to a boyfriend before Becket, and now I’ve gone and gotten myself into this weird love triangle mess.
“I’m sorry, Beck,” I force out. “I didn’t want to hurt you. It just kind of happened, and I thought since?—”
“Who is he?”
My eyes flare and my mouth snaps shut. I won’t tell him.
“Who the fuck is he?”
