Bella pov
"Aren't you?" His hand caught my chin, tilting my face up. "Then why are you here, Bella? Why aren't you in his bed right now, letting him touch you the way you let me touch you on that terrace?"
"Because" I struggled for an answer that wasn't the truth.
"Because he doesn't make you feel what I do," Caleb finished. "Because safe and boring isn't what you want, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise."
"You don't know what I want."
"I know you're lying to yourself." His thumb brushed my bottom lip. "I know you spent that entire date comparing him to me. I know you came home early because being with him felt wrong."
"How did you"
"I've been sitting here for hours, Bella. Torturing myself with images of you with him. And when you walked through that door at
