Enemy Confessions

Chapter Forty

Hi, my loves! Here is another chapter, a bit shorter, but I think it will be worth it. This chapter also has some steamier content, so please be aware. xx

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I played back what I had just said in my head - Did I really just say that? I remained silent, not knowing where to look. I continued to bite my lip, still having no idea what to say.

"I'm going to repeat myself," Cale said slowly; I avoided his gaze at all cost, but I could tell his eyes were planted firmly on my face. "What. Did. You. Just. Say"

I shrugged. "I said a lot of things." That was all that managed to come out of my mouth.

"Did you mean it?" He asked is a soft one.

I pursed my lips together and held my breath. Usually, I'd be able to think of something witty and clever to get myself out of the situation, but I didn't see any way out of this one.

I nodded slightly once. I wanted to look at him and see his expression, but I was scared to know what he was thinking.

I stood there. Frozen. Terrified. Nervous. I forgot a person could feel so many emotions, let alone feel them all at once. I wanted him to say something, do something, anything.

I stared at the carpet, counting each bristle, trying to pass the time.

I saw a shadow and feet emerge in front of me, making me lose count of which bristle I was on. I started counting over to avoid myself from involuntarily looking up and seeing his face.

I couldn't take it anymore; I was about to explode. What is he thinking? Why won't he say anything?

I felt a hand reach under my chin and try to force my head up. I resisted keeping my eyes planted firmly on the ground.

"Don't fight me." Cale said from above me. He attempted to lift my chin up again, and this time I didn't resist. I looked up at him, terrified. "What?" is the word that came out of my mouth, a bit harsher than I expected.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Did you mean it?" With his hand still under my chin, I darted my eyes back and forth, trying to figure out the right response. I shook my head slightly and opened my mouth, but the words didn't come out.

Will he laugh at me? Is this a joke to him? What if he feels the same way? Can we even be in a relationship? What if it doesn't end well...then I'll lose him...what if...

"STERLING!" Cale yelled, interrupted my thoughts, making me jump a little.

"YES! ok...yes....I meant it." I screamed, panicked, throwing my hands in the air in defeat. "Are you happy now. Feel free to say whatever you want, because I'm embarrassed enough." I folded my arms and waited for the wave of insults I'm sure was about to head my way.

Cale dropped my chin and took a step back. "I don't know why...but, I love you too". My mouth dropped when he said those words. There is no plausible way that he meant it, yet, his words sounded...sincere?

I squinted my eyes, confused. I stared at him with a dumbfounded look. I briefly looked behind him, half expecting someone to be holding a camera, filming and ready to put my humiliation on the internet for everyone to see.

I half chuckled. "No you don't. You're just saying that." My face dropped, and all I thought about was keeping the tears inside my eyes as I bit my lip.

"Sterling", Cale said softly yet sternly. "Look at me."

I bit my lip harder and silently swore to myself. After a few seconds, I forced myself to look at him. "I'm looking!" I snapped when he didn't immediately speak. I could feel my heart rate increasing.