“You…?” Caleb asked, his voice was heavy. “What’s happening to me?”
He turned to face her, his hand reaching out for her. His fingertips hovered above her skin. Begging to touch her, to feel her softness with his own hands.
‘No…’ a quiet voice in his mind called out, ‘She doesn’t want this!’
He pulled his hand back as though it had been burned. Then, pushing Ashleigh away gently, he took several steps away from her. He shook his head, trying to clear away the desire and longing.
Ashleigh felt the cold surrounding her as he moved away. She wanted him to come back, to put his arms around her. Didn’t she?
She had gotten so scared that he was mad or hated her. For two hours, she could think of nothing but him. Ashleigh had cried for a long time after Galen and Caleb had disappeared.
