Page 68 of Even If the Sky is Falling
“So, um, you’re probably gonna go check on your stepmom and Toby, right?” I say quickly.
“Yeah.” He runs a hand through his hair, glancing off to the side.
“So I guess our little interlude is over,” I say, mostly to myself.
“Interlude?”
When I look up, Caleb looks amused.
“Music terminology. It seeps into real life sometimes.”
“This doesn’t just have to be an interlude, Jocelyn. I’d like it to last a lot longer.”
“Really?”
I don’t even care how eager and hopeful I sound in this moment. We’re on the same page and I’m freaking ecstatic. I should probably tell him that.
“Really,” he says with a smile.
“Good, because I know that things kicked off kind of weird with us given that we hooked up in my basement while sheltering from a meteor. But I like you, Caleb. I’d like whatever this is between us to last too.”
He grabs me by the hips and pulls me back onto his lap. I grip his broad shoulders to steady myself. Biting my lip keeps the squeal I’m aching to let loose at bay. With his hands around my waist he scoots me closer till we’re nose to nose.
“I’m not in a hurry to leave you anytime soon,” he rasps. “Unless you want me to?”
“No, don’t leave.” I say it so quickly, he chuckles. “Stay. As long as you want.”
Caleb kisses me. “Promise I’ll whip up a hot breakfast in bed for you tomorrow morning. Whatever you’re craving.”
My stomach does a somersault at the thought of Caleb staying for breakfast tomorrow...and every other day.
We engage in a feverish kiss that leaves me light-headed by the time we break apart. I tug my fingers through his hair, shivering when he groans in satisfaction.
“Make any breakfast you feel like,” I say. “I just want one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Serve it to me naked.”
He rumbles out a chuckle. “You got it.”
