Chapter 90

He brushes my hair away from my face in one sweeping motion. 

"Do you have something you need?" My brain, as if jumpstarted by his words, kicks not only back into action, but into overdrive.

"You," I whisper, staring into his eyes. It is as if the logical part of my brain has taken the backseat, watching the events unfold with a mixture of amusement and horror.

"What?" His eyes widen, and his dwindling hand jerks back into the air. I catch his hand in my own, feeling like a completely different person and scolding myself for my audacity.

"I don't know why," I whisper, feeling the warmth of his hand, hoping my endeavors aren't a little over the top. "But I want you, Caleb."

I grabbed his shoulder and jerked myself towards him, as if afraid of his imminent answer. The first thing I capture is his lips, moving so naturally it feels like cherry. Why is it that I feel like this has happened before?