Laura
I'm in misery the following morning.
I slump back in my chair inside the kitchen. Caleb is locked up in the basement, and I miss him. His scent. His touch. Everything inside me zaps and sparkles when he touches me.
I wish he had stayed with me, slept by my side...
Only to wake me up with wet kisses all over my face. The sloppy kind before I tackle Caleb and that perfect body to the mattress.
Gosh, I think I'm actually in love with him.
A sigh leaves my lips.
I don't even look up when Ryan whistles into the kitchen. And I'm so silent and defeated that his chocolate eyes don't even regard me before he got a spoon down in a yogurt container.
"Oh, you're here," Ryan drags away a chair from the table and sits down. He doesn't seem to remember our earlier argument or is choosing
