Sutton POV
"What are you talking about Sutton? I've come back for you, we just made love?," Caleb questions, peculiarly lifting himself off my chest so he can align his face with mine.
I attempt to crawl out from underneath, his heavy force keeping me locked in place. Caleb takes my hands, entwining his fingers with my own, placing them on the sides of my head, tightly gripping with no intention of releasing me from his hold. His beautiful eyes have turned black, his nostrils flaring in an uncontrollable anger while I begin to respond to his questions, "We f****d, we didn't make love. There's a difference that I know you are more than capable of distinguishing. I honestly believe you think you know what love is, but it's more than abundantly clear you're confused on the matter because wh
