The Boy With The Accent

[18] Yet...

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"Shit..."

Caleb and I just had an intense makeout session and now we are sitting on my couch, both shirtless and I have a massive bruise on my ribs.

"Who the fuck gave you that?" He growled out, anger visible in his eyes as he fisted his hands at his sides.

"Shit, okay calm down. Do I have to tell you?" I whined. I didn't want him to know, but apparently I'm not about to have a choice.

"Either tell me now or I swear I'll find out myself, except I'll be a whole lot angrier." He got up and crossed his arms. His muscles rippled as he flexed his arms. I could feel the lust rolling off of me. I let out a sigh.

"Fine." I got up and walked to my bedroom, he followed. "Sit. I'll be out in 30 minutes. Don't move." He nodded with confusion but sat nonetheless.

"Just fucking perfect." I grumbled as I dyed my hair and did my make up. I can't just tell him I'm black widow, he'd never believe me. I let out a slow breath. "Here we go." and I stepped out of the bathroom. Caleb was facing the other way, looking at my desk.

"So are you gonna tell me or-" He turned around and saw me. His breath caught and his eyes widened. I crossed my arms and avoided his gaze, closing my eyes. "You're Black Widow." He whispered. It was more of a statement than a question but I still nodded. "Look at me." I didn't. "Cat, look at me." I sighed and opened my eyes. My breath hitched. He was so close. The smile on his face was wide and full of life. "You are incredible." He cupped my face with his good hand but I pushed it away.

"Aren't you mad? I did this to you! How can you not be upset?!" I yelled and started pacing across the room. He grabbed me and held me down.

"You were the best fight I've had in years. I'd never trade that fight out for anything. You brought back my fire. You are my fire. I'm not mad at you for not telling me, because I know you wanted to keep yourself safe, I get that. I know how it is down there in the ring. Honestly, I don't want you doing it anymore because it's dangerous but you beat me. I was undefeated, yet you still defeated me. I'm so proud of you. You are strong, and beautiful and smart, and Jesus Christ can you fight. You are perfect."

I couldn't help it anymore and the tears escaped my eyes. I cried and I broke down. "Hey, hey it's okay I'm not going anywhere." He hugged me and I cried even harder.

"No, but I am." He pulled back and looked at me.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't stay here anymore. You know my secret. I have to leave I can't stay here anymore." I let go of him and start putting my stuff in my duffel bag while mumbling "I can't stay here anymore." Under my breath hysterically.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Like hell you're going. I'm not gonna tell anyone. You can trust me. Why do you have to leave?!" He took everything out of my bad and threw it out on the bed.