Bailey's pov
I feel my cheeks grow even hotter as I realize what he was talking about.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about." I stutter, taking another step back from him. But he follows, closing the gap between us once again.
"Don't play games with me, flower." His hand reaches out to gently touch my arm, sending shivers down my spine.
My eyes widen, my heart leaping.
Soon it began to race as I tried to come up with a response. Kaleb's gaze was so intense that I couldn't think properly.
The memory of last night, of what we had done, came rushing back to me. It was a blur, but I remembered his touch, his lips on my skin, the way he made me feel.
I shuddered.
"Kaleb," I whispered, praying that his parents would come to help me by entering the house.
Kaleb peers into my ey
