Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack.
"That's for spray painting my car," I said.
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman."
"Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her...
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"I'm a virgin"
Caleb's POV:
Her confession felt like a goddamn jolt to my system. Virgin. The word echoed in my head, ringing louder than the pounding music still drifting up from downstairs.
She stood there, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her gaze flickering between the floor and me, unsure, hesitant. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the heat in the room or the nerves, I didn't know. But I liked it.
Fuck, I liked it way too much.
"You're what?" I breathed out, voice low and rough, taking a step closer to her. Virgin. Untouched. Mine? That thought felt darker than I expected. It wasn't supposed to matter. We were just... two people wrapped up in this twisted, messed-up thing.
But now, this. She was nervous, standing there, practically trembling, trying to keep herself together. And I was barely hanging on to my own control.
Her mouth opened, then closed again, like she didn't know what to say next. It was almost too sweet. Almost. My mind was swirling with alcohol and heat, and every little sound she made just drove me closer to the edge.
I grinned, though it was nothing close to kind. More like predatory. "You kept that little secret, huh?" I whispered, moving in so close I could feel her breath hitch against my skin.
She didn't answer, but her body did. The way she leaned into me, the way her hands twitched at her sides like she didn't know if she should push me away or pull me closer.
I let my fingers trail down her arm, slowly, deliberately, until I reached her waist. She was soft under my grip, and I tightened it, feeling the way she tensed up.
"Caleb, wait..." she said, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes were wide, filled with uncertainty, a flicker of fear, but something else too. Something that had me biting back a groan.
"Shhh..." I hushed her, my mouth grazing her ear, my hands moving lower. The alcohol had me running wild, making every thought sharper, darker. I knew I shouldn't, knew this was a line I was on the verge of crossing, but I couldn't stop. The sight of her like this, all mine to take, was too much.
I felt her body tremble against mine, her hesitation palpable. She wasn't saying no, though, was she? She wasn't pulling away. She wanted this, even if she was too scared to admit it.
"Relax," I growled softly, my mouth brushing over her neck. "I'll take care of you."
She whimpered, and the sound went straight to my core, making me grip her even harder. My control was slipping fast, and I wasn't about to let go of the high.
My hand slid under her dress, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She gasped, her back arching just slightly. It was everything. The need to claim her, to be the one who ruined her in all the best ways, was consuming me- it had to be the thrill
But then, as my fingers moved to push her dress higher, something inside me... shifted. It wasn't the alcohol. It wasn't even the way she trembled beneath me. It was her confession, that word still echoing in my mind: virgin.
The thought of being her first... It should've been a power trip. And for a second, it was. But the more I thought about it, the more the high started to fade, leaving something ugly in its wake.
She deserved better. Better than this. Better than me.
"Fuck," I muttered, pulling back abruptly. My hands dropped from her body, leaving her standing there, breathless, confused.
She stared at me, wide-eyed and flushed, like she didn't understand what just happened. Hell, neither did I. My body still ached, still wanted her, but my head was finally clearing.
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth, trying to get my shit together. I was such a mess.
"Caleb..." she whispered, taking a step toward me.
I couldn't do this. Not like this. Not with her looking at me like that, so unsure and vulnerable. I couldn't be the one who destroyed that.
Without another word, I grabbed my jacket and stormed out of the room, leaving her behind in the silence.
