My cheeks didn’t even flush at the thought anymore. Iwasfucking gay, and my boyfriend was the hottest fucking person I had ever seen in my life. And he wasall mine.
As I loaded the washing machine, my mind wandered to the night before and how it had felt when he pushed deep into me for the first time.
The intense burn that had given way to the most amazing feelings of pleasure. I hadneverfelt like that in my entire fucking life. How could something that felt so good be wrong?
It couldn’t be. We were meant to fucking be together. I knew that now.
The way he had looked at me when he told me he loved me. The fear in his eyes when he thought I wouldn’t say it back… It made my heart both swell and break at the same time.
How could he think I wouldn’t love him back?
Cal waseverythingto me.
He was fucking incredible. He was so strong for surviving what he had, and for the first time in my life, I understood what all those musicians seemed to go on about in love songs.
When I looked at Cal, my whole body tingled, and I always seemed to feel lightheaded. I had never really been a touchy person before, but now, I constantly craved his hands on me.
Healwaysseemed to be on my mind, even when he shouldn’t be, and I honestly didn’t care to try to change that.
My goal had always been to keep Fairview up and running to honor the memory of my father. But now, I had a new goal, and that was to keep that gorgeous smile on my man’s face and that darkness out of his eyes.
When I entered the kitchen, I smiled when I found what I was affectionately calling my ‘band of misfits’ up to their usual antics. Cassandra and Theo were bickering… or, I think Cass was bickering, and Theo was flirting in her strange Theo way.
Cass was working away on her laptop while sipping a smoothie, and Theo kept trying to read what she was doing over her shoulder, which seemed to be driving Cal’s sister insane.
I didn’t miss how unnecessarily close Theo kept pressing in next to Cassandra’s ear, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement every time Cass scoffed or complained about her ‘personal space.’ However, she never physically pushed Theo away or changed seats, which I found interesting.
Naomi was sitting in front of a stack of college brochures and animatedly telling my mother about all of her options while Vox subtly watched her over the top of his own laptop. While Iris was smiling in her dreamy way as Naomi yammered on about majors and arts degrees, Vox was watching her like he wanted to snatch the brochures right out of her hands and send her to her room.
I frowned, unsure where all the intensity was coming from, when Cal appeared, pressing a warm cup of coffee into my hands.
“Here you go, baby.” He smiled, brushing a soft kiss over the corner of my mouth. I glanced up at him and smiled.
“Thanks, angel.” I took a sip of the hot, delicious coffee. “Are you on breakfast duty today?” I asked, glancing at the disaster area that had‘Chef Cal’written all over it.
He beamed at me. “Yup. Making your favorite.”
My stomach growled, and my mouth watered despite the fact that the mess on the counter was making my eye twitch.
“Omelettes?”
“Yeah. Spinach and mushroom. I also asked Iris to pick up that Swiss cheese you’re obsessed with.”
My cheeks flushed, and my heart did that little pitter-patter thing that it only ever seemed to do for Cal. No one ever made me their number one priority like he did. He always seemed to be thinking of me and doing small things for me that he thought I might like. It was fucking adorable.
“Thank you,” I murmured, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “Though I miss the Obituary apron.”
He barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Noted.” He smirked before gently slipping his hand around the small of my back and leaning in to whisper in my ear.
“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” he asked, and my already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red.
“Uhm, yeah,” I choked. He pulled back and grinned at me, rubbing a thumb over one of my red-hot cheeks. “A little sore, but I’m okay.”
“Good,” he said, dropping one more kiss on my head before heading back to his messy omelet station.
I took a seat at the kitchen table, and Theo slid down into the chair next to Cass, turning her dark gaze on me.
“Dracula mimed earlier that the douchebag is dead. That true?” she asked with a cavalier grin.
