The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

everything, but she seemed really chatty this time.”
     
    I internally cringe. “What did she say to you?”
     
    He pulls the beanie off and tousles his hair with his fingers so the bottom ends flip up and wisps hang over his forehead. “Not too much.”
     
    I aim a doubtful look at him and arch my eyebrows. “Really? Because I kind of doubt it. In fact, I bet she said a lot to you.”
     
    He’s working hard not to smile. “She was completely nice.” He circles around me, and I revolve my body to face him. “She said she was so excited that we were hanging out and that she’s so glad we’re good friends.”
     
    “I didn’t tell her any of that,” I tell him, feeling embarrassed. “She just assumes things.”
     
    He steps around behind me and I start to turn to follow him again, but he wraps his fingers around my upper arms to hold me in place, pressing his chest to my back. “Why wouldn’t you tell her that?”
     
    I shrug, shivering a little from his breath on my neck as he leans his head over my shoulder. “Because I don’t tell her anything. I-I don’t…” I drift off as his mouth moves beside my ear and grazes the tip of it.
     
    “If we’re not good friends, then what are we, Callie?” He pulls my earlobe into his mouth and drags his teeth gently along the skin. “Cause I would really like to know.”
     
    “I don’t know,” I breathe, wondering where the hell this is coming from.
     
    “I couldn’t stop thinking about that text and I decided I just needed to come here and hear your answer,” he whispers, his voice husky. “I actually would have come over sooner, but my dad’s been making me work out. He said… he said I let myself go a little while I’ve been gone.”
     
    His rock hard chest that is pressed up against my back indicates just how big of a liar his dad is.
     
    “Are you… okay?” I ask cautiously. “I mean, your dad hasn’t… done anything to you, has he?”
     
    “I’m fine. He’s barely been there. I guess he’s been going to a lot of town meetings and charity events. My parents always were good at putting on a great appearance for the outside eye.” He pauses. “Are you okay? We haven’t really talked much about stuff. I wanted to talk to you in the car, but Luke was there.”
     
    “It’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really feel like talking.”
     
    He hesitates, breathing in and out, my back rising and falling with the steady movement of his chest. “Then what do you want to do?”
     
    What I was writing about in my journal. “I don’t know…” A soft whimper flees from my throat as he bites softly on the spot below my ear. 
     
    His arm snakes around my waist and up my stomach, between my breasts, and up to my neck. Pressing his fingers against my jawline, he turns my head toward him while holding my body in place.  Up close, I notice there’s a scratch on the side of his cheek and a little bit of stubble on his chin.
     
    “Are you okay?” I reach up and trace my fingers gently down his cheek. “Where did this come from?”
     
    “It’s just a tiny cut.” His pupils shrink as his eyes open wider. “I’m okay. I promise.”
     
    My chest presses against his arm as my breathing accelerates and his eyes focus on my lips. He inches his mouth closer to mine, and my eyes shut on their own accord as his lips graze mine. His mouth moves leisurely as he keeps one arm across my chest, while his other travels along my stomach, his hand gripping onto the fabric of my shirt. I try to figure out what to do with my hands and finally just grab onto his arms. Letting my lips part, my head falls back as his warm tongue delves into my mouth and it steals the air from my lungs.
     
    Suddenly, he tenses and leans back, looking me in the eyes. “Do you want me to stop? Because you can always tell me if you need me to slow down.”
     
    I consider it, but only for a moment and then shake my head. “No.”
     
    “Are you sure?” He checks and I nod way too enthusiastically.
     
    Sliding his hands to my sides, he spins me around to face him. I stand on my tiptoes, hooking my arms around his neck, and he pushes on my lower back so my body arches against him. When our lips connect I feel a spark that tickles down my body and I moan ridiculously loud, my knees buckling. My cheeks start to heat, but he lets out a groan, cupping my face between his hands as he steps forward, leading us somewhere. My feet tangle with his as I back up and