The Coincidence of Callie and Kayden

longer I did, the more intense my feelings got. All I could think about was being with her, especially because my dad has been an asshole ever since I got home. He hasn’t hit me, but he doesn’t make it easy to be around him, even just a little amount of time.
     
    Finally, I decided to go see Callie because I knew seeing her would make me feel better. I was just going to make it a quick stop, but so many emotions raced through me, I couldn’t control myself and things ended up a little heated.  When Callie came, I nearly died. All I wanted to do was rip off her clothes and thrust my cock inside her, feel her everywhere—feel everything. But I’m afraid of what will happen if we cross that line. What it will mean to her—what it will mean to me. My head’s so screwed up. I should walk away from her, but I’m too fucking weak.
     
    Callie wanders around the small room in the basement of my house, taking in my trophies and pictures on the wall. She glances at the bed in the corner and then at the leather couches and television. The spot on the wall that I punched has been repaired, like that night never happened. But it did. And part of me is glad it did, because it brought Callie into my life.
     
    “So what is this?” she asks curiously. “Like your bachelor pad?”
     
    I open the side door that leads to the outside to let in Luke, who ran out to the truck to grab a cooler. My dad’s gone for the night, thankfully and my mom didn’t see us pull in. “I guess that’s what you can call it. Really, it’s just where my brothers and I use to hide out when we were trying to stay invisible.” It’s so strange talking to her openly about it.
     
    She sits down on the back of the couch with her legs dangling over the edge. “I wish I had one of these rooms when I was growing up.”
     
    “So what the hell are we doing tonight?” Luke stumbles inside carrying a blue cooler, his face is red, and there’s dirt in his hair. “Personally, I’d like to try and not relive the last night we hung out here.”
     
    “What happened then?” Callie asks curiously.
     
    “Someone got really trashed and ended up getting punched by Dan Zelman.” Luke glances at me as he drops the cooler down on the table. “You were really fucking stupid for picking a fight with him.”
     
    I wince at the memory, flexing my hand. “Yeah, that one hurt.”
     
    Callie looks at me. “Dan Zelman? He’s like huge. Why would you pick a fight with him?”
     
    I shrug, joining her on the back of the couch. “I was drunk.” I lower my voice to a whisper and lean in toward her ear. “And I was upset that I didn’t have the guts to punch someone else earlier that morning.”
     
    “Your dad?” she whispers, turning her head and her lips nearly touch mine.
     
    I shift my weight uneasily. “Yeah, pretty much.”
     
    Luke opens the fridge and beer bottles fall out onto the floor, the glasses clinking together. “Dammit! That wasn’t my fault.”
     
    I roll my eyes with exaggeration and Callie giggles. I hop off the couch and go help him pick up the bottles, glad none of them spilled. The last thing I need is for my dad to come down here and find the carpet stained and reeking of beer.
     
    After we get them picked up, Luke takes a bottle of Jack Daniels out of the cooler. “Shots all around.”
     
    Callie shakes her head, sliding her legs off the couch and jumping onto the floor. “No shots.”
     
    I flash her a playful grin. “What? Didn’t you enjoy the last time you got drunk?”
     
    “I can’t even remember anything,” she says with a hint of laughter in her voice. “Although, you can. So you tell me. Did I enjoy being drunk?”
     
    Grinning, I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You seemed to.”
     
    “It would be really nice if you just told me what I did and said.”
     
    “Nah, it’s better if I keep it to myself. Trust me, what you don’t know can’t hurt you.”
     
    “I’ll tell you what?” Luke steps forward, unscrewing the cap off the bottle. “We can make it a game. That way, if you’re really good, you won’t ever have to drink.”
     
    Callie glances back and forth between us. “What kind of a game?”
     
    Luke gives me a sidelong glance and I shake my head, knowing where he’s going with this. “The rules are pretty easy. Someone says something like, I’ve never fallen asleep on the front lawn of the next door neighbor’s house, because I was so fucking drunk I thought