— CALEB’S POV —
"Hey," I murmured, my hand tracing the arm of the girl lying with her back to me. This was after I’d coaxed her into bed, trailing off into the afterglow of our release.
"Mmh," she hummed.
"Break up with him. You’ve given yourself to me like this—if he found out, he wouldn't be able to take it." Call me selfish; you’d be right. I intentionally slept with her to make her feel something for me.
The kissing, the hugging, the wandering hands, the constant whispers of love—is it possible for her not to feel anything for me, at least a little? Someone as sympathetic as her has to be swayed by how hard I’m trying to hold on.
"I don't know. I don't want to think about anything right now. You should go home. I want to rest," the girl muttered, pulling the blanket up tightly.
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