His Deal (Book #1) [Formerly Known as The Stolen Mate]

Step One

I caught up with the others, they were saying goodnight.

"Now, if anyone knocks on the door, look through the peep hole." Paris said slowly.

Heather shook her head and hit him on the arm.

"Paris stop, if anything they will be doing something other than sleeping." She winked at me.

Then came my now super hot face.

"Night guys." I said quickly and went to the room Caleb said was ours.

Wait. He said it was "ours."

I'm sure it was just for show.

When he finished talking to the guys, he walked towards me.

He put the card in and opened it. "Thanks." I said.

I went in and saw that it was a suite it had a huge kitchen.

"Sit." He ordered. I went to the chair beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The night was bright with lights.

I could hear him in the kitchen making something.

When he nudged my shoulder. I looked and saw that he had made me hot chocolate.

I took it. "Thank you." I grabbed it with my right hand and let my left hand rest slowly on my lap.

It was warm enough to where I could take a few sips.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. He sat in front of me and pulled the chair closer to me.

"Let me see your hand." He said softly. I put my arm out.

He gently took it and brushed his fingers across it.

I drunk the rest of the delicious drink and watched him.

I felt that need again. His long black eyelashes brushed his cheeks.

I felt sleepy all of a sudden.
"Your tired." He observed. I nodded.

He lifted me up and walked toward the double doors.

When he opened it, I was already falling asleep.

I felt the bed. When he let go of me, I immediately grabbed his hand.

"Stay. Please." I pleaded sleepily.

"I don't know about this." He said.

I pulled weakly so he would stay.
He sighed and I felt the bed dip.

When his hand left mine, I felt weird, cold almost. I shivered.

I then felt him wrap his arms around me an the blankets cover me.

"Night Caleb."

"Night Mel."

I then fell asleep.

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I jumped up and took in my surroundings. I wasn't there. I took in a deep breath an let it out.

I looked at the hand that fell from my waist to my lap.

Wait, my left hand, I lifted it. It was perfectly fine, as if it wasn't broken.

I put it back down and looked at the hand on my lap.

My heart was still pounding from my dream. I was there this time.

When Zara died, I was standing right beside her dying body.

I shook my head. I looked at Caleb, he looked so, cute, when he was sleeping.