Credence

Last chance,” he says softly, rubbing his cock through his pants. “You should leave.”

How easily I stir for her, though. My beautiful girl.

“My home is where you are,” he says quietly.

because if you didn’t talk to Noah and Jake for seventeen years, why would you talk for me?

Let’s not be friends. Let’s fight and laugh and make babies someday and go insane, because I’m fucking in love with you.

“I love you, Kaleb,” I cry quietly. “I love you.”

he puts his palm to his chest and taps twice, imitating the gesture Kaleb made before he left last week.

“This…” he says, “means ‘mine’.”

“Kaleb is in love with you.”

I want that again. I want that a million more times, a lifetime’s worth.

But I have a sneaky suspicion I’ll have a hard time finding it with anyone else.

Kaleb.

Kaleb fucking Van der Berg.