Oh my God.
I turn to Sienna, letting her know I would be right back. She waves at me dismissively and smiles, before turning back to Ethan.
My heart was racing in my chest as I pushed through the throng of bodies; perfume and aftershave clogging my airwaves as I do.
What did Cal want?
I walk outside, the shock of the cold making me shiver as I glance around, seeking him out. At first, I couldn't see him anywhere, but then I did. He was leaning against a tree in the distance, in his usual jeans and t-shirt combo. I walk over to him nervously, standing in front of him shivering, as he hands me his jacket.
"You look good enough to eat. How is it going in there?" he murmurs softly, his electric green eyes piercing into mine. This wasn't exactly the behaviour I expected from someone's boyfriend.
"Well, Krystal isn't happy," I smile sweetly as I hold my chin up defiantly. "She wants to swap psych partners. According to her, you should be hers and apparently I should be with Luke."
My voice deceived me, showing the jealousy I felt in every fibre of my being. Being this close to him made me want to just melt into his arms and ask him to take me right there and then.
"Is that right?" he smiles softly, studying my face as I try not to react. "I don't think that would be the best course of action, do you? I think we are good together. So fuck Krystal."
Tingles shoot all over my body when he says the word "together".
"That's your job I gather," I retort, folding my arms as I stare at him with what I hoped was utter disgust, making him frown at me in confusion.
"Of course it isn't my job. I haven't fucked her, does that make you feel better?"
His eyes flashed with anger, his hands dangerously close to mine.
Please let it be true. I couldn't imagine him doing that with her. I didn't want to imagine him doing it with anyone.
"What you do, and who you do it with is not my business Cal, let's be honest here," I point out quietly as he studies me intently.
It starts to rain, and I glance up in horror. I could just imagine what I would look like with mascara running down my face-
"I can't get wet!" I yelp, searching for shelter from the rain, when suddenly Cal put his hands either side of me on the bark of the tree, pinning me in place.
"What was it you said?"
His breath was close to my ear, and all I could smell was his masculine scent. I glance around desperately, noticing we were the only ones standing outside.
"Cal-" I stammered softly, my eyes drinking his in as he spoke.
"I want to kiss someone in the rain. I want someone to push me against a wall, kiss me hard and pull my hair to the point of pain. I want to want someone so much they are all I think about."
He was quoting exactly what I had said yesterday-word for word. My heart stopped, I think. His face was close to mine, his lips hovering above my own as he smirks against my jaw.
"Let me be of some assistance here."
Suddenly he pushes his body against mine, my bare skin feeling the rough of the bark on my back. I gasp as he kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth urgently as his hands hold mine against the tree. My knees are almost buckling from the way he was kissing me, but for love nor money would I move. It feels so different to kissing Luke, Cal's touch is rougher, more controlled.
The rain is heavy now, but I don't feel it at all. I kiss him back, my body screaming for his touch. He pulls away then, resting his forehead on mine as our eyes meet. He smiles as he kisses me again, softer this time.
I swear if he wasn't holding my hands up, I would fall into a puddle of desire on the floor.
I have never felt like this, ever. He breaks away from me again, and this time I'm met with his deep green stare.
I try to speak but I find it impossible. Cal moves my curls back from my neck and traces his finger along my collarbone, all the while he is gazing at me with a heated expression.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Raven."
My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I couldn't be trusted to speak. He tugs me towards him, his fingers running down my back as I shiver.
"I don't know what to say," I confess, as he lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them softly.
"I'll be straight with you, I don't want you to say anything. I want you to come home with me, right now."
It was a request, but it was one I couldn't refuse. I stared at him, unable to speak. Why couldn"t I speak?! Suddenly I found my voice.
"This is what you are used to though," I whisper, as he slams his hands on the tree.
"No it isn't - trust me. I can't get you out of my fucking mind. Please come with me."
I find myself nodding, and he smiles; a real smile that I had never seen before. He leads me away from the dance and into his car, my heart pounding erratically in my chest.
What was I doing?! What was I going to tell everyone?!
Cal drove carefully, without so much as glancing at me the entire drive. We pulled up to his house which was exactly as I remembered, except it was shrouded in darkness. Cal walks around in front of the car, opening my door before slipping his hand into mine. I followed him, feeling like I was walking on air.
WHAT WAS I DOING.
It's just the hottest guy you've ever seen, taking you to his bedroom in your dress from the dance you were at with your boyfriend...We climbed the final steps to his room and closed the door behind us. He stood in front of me gazing at me, appearing to be watching me carefully. I slid my heels off and walked over to him, placing my hands on his chest nervously. He cups my hand on his chest and kisses my fingers again.
"I don't know what I'm doing Cal," I whisper, my voice low.
His eyes search mine before he speaks.
"I do, but if I kiss you again, I want you to be absolutely sure it is what you want."
His voice was hoarse with longing.
"Please stop kissing my fucking fingers and kiss my lips," I moan, as he smirks, his lips suddenly on mine, his tongue urgently teasing me. I kiss him back fiercely, my hands now under his shirt. His hands find mine, before pulling away slowly.
"Fuck..." he whispers, pulling me onto his lap.
"You remember that feeling I told you I would need, Gretchen?"
I kissed his throat, devouring his scent in my mouth, my hands running down his back and his chest as I pushed him onto the bed.
"Yes," I breathe, dizzy with desire as he pulls me back.
"I've got it. Right now. Against everything my body is telling me, I am not fucking you tonight."
I stare at him, his lips swollen from kissing me. KISSING ME! I felt like I was in a dream.
"You're not?" I can't hide the disappointment in my voice. He strokes my bare shoulders before sitting up, placing me next to him.
"No, I'm not. As hard as it is, when I do that, I want you to be mine. Do you understand? Mine."
I stared at him, this god like creature that was telling me he wanted ME? I knelt in front of him.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you."
He kissed me again, deeply, until my phone rang, shattering the blissful silence we had created.
"Shit," Cal's eyes narrow as he nods at my phone. "Is it him?"
I check the display, relief coursing through me.
"No, it's Sienna."
I answer the call as Cal lays back on his bed.
"Babe where the fuck are you? Luke is going crazy saying you've left. Have you?"
My eyes met Cal"s.
"I'm ok Sienna, tell him I am ok. Tell him I will call him tomorrow. Will you cover for me? Please Sienna, I'll tell my parents I am at yours tonight."
Our eyes hadn't broken contact. Sienna breathed her response slowly. "You aren't going to tell me where you are, are you?"
"No," I whisper. "I can't. But I'm ok, and I'm happy."
She agreed to cover for me and speak to Luke, so I decided to turn my phone off.
"Do you have anything I could sleep in?" I ask in a small voice.
"You could wear me?" he smirks, winking at me as we laced our fingers together
"Easy there, Buffalo Bill." I joke as we laugh easily. I loved that he got my Silence Of The Lambs reference.
He tosses me his t-shirt that he was wearing, exposing his chest as I suck in a breath.
"Are you really staying here?"
He looked like the cat that had the cream.
"It looks like it..." I shrugged with a wide smile as he walked towards me and spun me around.
"Let me unzip your dress," he murmurs, carefully sliding the zip down before stepping back. I let the dress slide down as I reached for Cals t-shirt.
"My God you are fucking perfect," he whispers, his eyes wide as he studies me.
I pull the clothes on before sliding into bed, my eyelids heavy and my tiredness sudden. Cal reached around me, holding my hand as he kissed my shoulder.
"Goodnight Raven," he whispers, as I fall asleep with a smile on my face.