-Jacey- Caleb was very happy to lay on my breast, licking my nipple on occasion as we watched the movie and reaching up to worry the other one with his fingers every time my body settled down. In truth, I barely knew what we were watching because Caleb was playing with my breasts and sending deligh
Tears hit my cheek, and I realized they were his and not mine. “I’m sorry, baby.” “It’s okay,” I whispered, stroking his back. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here, and I let you. You had my permission.” Caleb took a deep breath. “I saw Bill again.” “I thought so.” I cupped my hands around Caleb’s face and
“We’re not being dramatic. We love each other!” I all but shouted. “You can’t know it will last. And by the time you figure that out, you could be baby-trapped,” Jeanie said. I gaped at her. “You’re saying I’d baby-trap Caleb?!” “I’m saying he might baby-trap you. Or you might just baby-trap each
-Caleb- “How is your steak, Caleb?” Hank asked as we sat outside on the deck. Hank was grilling steaks, and of course, my mother had made side dishes. I must have looked pretty doom and gloom because Hank was frowning at me. “Steak’s great,” I said, trying to insert some enthusiasm into my respons
“Oh, really? Well, good for you. I suppose you’ll be paying your own tuition, too?” Hank said with false sweetness. I ground my teeth. “My father left me enough for a year or two of medical school. I don’t need your money.” My mother coughed. Hank just laughed. “Your mother and I used that money
“And you banged her the second that mileage rolled over, didn’t you?” Will grinned. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling my cheeks flush. “Maybe.” “Happy birthday to Jacey,” Will whistled. “Can’t wait to meet her. She must really be something to make you forget to wrap the package.” “She really
-Jacey- “You’re telling me you don’t know where he is?!” my father demanded. I sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at the comforter. Caleb was gone. He’d tried to call, and my father had snatched the phone away. Now, my father had my phone, and I had no idea where Caleb could be. “I don’t know
There was Caleb. I undid the locks on my window and cranked it open. “Caleb!” Caleb took one look at me and a scowl descended over his face. “What happened?” “I tried to get away,” I explained. “And?” Caleb prompted. With a sniffle, I looked down at the windowsill. “Dad punched me.” Caleb turn