Page 90 of Dial L for Lawyer
This man is hopeless.
Me:
Adorably hopeless.
Audrey:
I'm going to die alone.
Me:
No you're not. You're going to crack the Logan code. It just might take more than a short dress.
Audrey:
What if I just show up naked to our next meeting?
Layla:
He'd probably hand you a lab coat and ask about thermal regulation.
Audrey:
You're probably right. FML.
I'm still laughing when I hear Caleb open the front door.
"Honey, I'm home!" he calls out. My chest squeezes.
Me:
Caleb's back. Got to go.
Layla:
Tell him you love him!
Audrey:
Tell him to tell Logan that dirty things are OK!
I set my phone down as Caleb walks in, looking tired but smiling when he sees me curled up on his couch.
"Not naked," he observes. "But still the perfect thing to come home to."
He kisses me, easy as breathing.
“You look good here,” he says. “In my apartment. In my life.”
Something inside me twists. Layla would probably call it love. Maybe it is. But the word feels too sharp, too heavy, too dangerous to touch.
What I do know is I’ve never felt like this before. Not with anyone. Not even close. And that thought alone terrifies me. Because the people who were supposed to love me? They left. Orhurt me. Or taught me that love was something you had to earn, something fragile enough to vanish the second you relaxed.
So maybe this is love. Or maybe it’s just me falling headfirst into another kind of heartbreak.
Either way, I can’t stop.
And that might be the scariest part of all.
