"Time to get up," I state, shooting him a frightful glare when he makes no move.
"And why, exactly, is it time to get up?" he probes. I suddenly feel doubtful.
"Are we not going to school today?" I ask shakily.
He laughs heartily, sparking elation in even my heart.
"No, Berenice," he corrects dreamily, "today is Saturday."
I melt into a puddle on the hardwood floor.
"Are you serious?" I squeak, backing away from his form.
He reaches out quickly to grab my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
"I'll forgive you," he says, his words slurred, "for a kiss."
His strong hand forces me closer, elevating my heart rate until it's about to burst.
"Caleb!"
I exclaim. He still seems to be half-asleep, yet smiling all the while.
Fright mounts as he gives a final yank, my lips inches from his. I have to stop him, but how?
