Marriage.
My mind whirls and settles on the email I still need to respond to, leaving things up in the air and vague.
Everything can be vague for now.
I still have time.
Caleb leans a little closer, and my focus tilts toward him, as it always does.
His gaze tracks from my eyes, down my nose, and settles on my mouth.
It’s too much, too intense. I can’t feel my legs.
My throat clears, and he blinks, coming out of his trance.
“Um…right. What was I saying…?” He purses his lips and then nods. “Uh, right, I mean, now do you see why I had to move out?”
I shift my legs, and my hands land on his hips once more, pushing him slightly to the right so my legs can get some blood flow.
“Can I have my Kindle back now?”
He huffs in annoyance. I’m not sure what he wants from me. “For real, man? That’s all you have to say?”
“There’s nothing to be done about it.”
Caleb groans and throws his head back slightly, making the muscles in his shoulders pop. “You’ll have to spend your weekend with my family. There’s a chance we’ll burn something down, or someone’ll end up in jail.”
That makes me cock my head slightly. “Are you saying you have a record?”
“Not yet,” he mutters on a yawn.
Suddenly, the door opens, and we stare as Sem and Luke reappear.
“Aw, so cute. Look at those two,” Sem says to Luke, noting that Caleb is still firmly planted on my lap. It seems to bother Caleb more than it does me, but he still doesn’t move.
“Did you give them a key?” he asks me, and I shrug, vaguely remembering one of them taking it off my keyring and stuffing it in his pocket when Caleb was ill.
“Give me the key,” Caleb says, holding out his hand and wiggling his fingers.
“No need to be aggressive,” Sem says as he slaps the metal in Caleb’s palm, a wild smile on his face. “That’s why we were coming back. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
And then they’re gone again, the door shutting with a quiet snick.
“We need to get the locks changed,” he tells me.
“Why?”
“They made copies. They’ll show up unannounced at all hours. Believe me. They have no boundaries.”
That makes me slightly uncomfortable, but I also can’t quite focus when Caleb is on me.
I never really liked being touched this much, never craved it.
Until him.
His head drifts back and lands on my shoulder, and I glue my eyes to my Kindle.
The moment blurs around me, a kaleidoscope of color and feeling. Heady. Changeable. Finite.