The drive home was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. The silence between us was thick with something unspoken, something heavy, yet it didn't feel like a burden.
It felt like the air was charged with anticipation, with the weight of everything Caleb had just told me and the things we still hadn't said.
His hand rested on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles against the fabric of my clothes. I could feel the heat of his touch seeping through the denim, grounding me in the moment
I glanced over at him as he drove, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. His jaw was clenched, but his expression wasn't angry—just intense, focused. I could tell he was thinking, processing everything he had shared with me.
I wanted to reach out to him, to tell him it was okay, that he didn't need to carry it alone anymore. But I didn't know how to say that, not yet. So I settled for resting my hand on top of his, squeezing gently.
We pulled into the driveway of the house, the tires crunching softly on the gravel. The moment the car stopped, Caleb turned to me, his eyes searching mine.
There was a question there, one he didn't need to ask aloud. I knew what he needed, because I felt it too.
Without a word, we stepped out of the car. The night was cool, the sky above us dotted with stars, but all I could think about was him—his touch, his breath, the way his presence made me feel like I wasn't alone anymore. Like we were both free, if only for a little while.
Inside, the house was dark and quiet, the only sound was the soft click of the door shutting behind us. Caleb didn't even bother turning on the lights. He just reached for me, his hands finding my waist, pulling me to him.
His lips were on mine before I had a chance to catch my breath, and I didn't care. I kissed him back, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. Our tongues mingled, entwined as if melding together.
We stumbled down the hallway, our movements clumsy but urgent. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the way his muscles tensed under my touch. Every part of me felt alive, like I was on fire, and the only way to put it out was him.
By the time we made it to the bedroom, I was breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. Caleb pushed the door open with one hand, the other never leaving my body. His fingers trailed up my spine, sending shivers across my skin, and then he was pulling at my shirt, yanking it over my head in one swift motion.
I gasped as the cool air hit my bare skin, but the sound was swallowed by his mouth on mine again, his kiss deeper, more demanding this time.
I reached for him, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, but Caleb was faster. He pulled it off in a single motion, tossing it aside, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at him. His chest was broad, his skin tan and smooth, but it was the scars that caught my attention. I never noticed them before.
Small, barely noticeable, but they were there—marks of a past he had never shared with anyone else. I reached out, tracing one with my fingertip, and Caleb's breath hitched.
"I'm not perfect," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I've got my own scars."
I shook my head, my throat tight. "I don't care. I see you, Caleb. Not the scars. Not the past. Just you. They look beautiful on you."
His eyes darkened, and in the next moment, he had me on the bed, his body hovering over mine. His lips found my neck, trailing down to my collarbone, and I arched into him, my fingers gripping his shoulders. It wasn't just hunger I felt—it was something deeper, something raw and real. And I knew he felt it too.
We shed the rest of our clothes in a blur of movement, our hands desperate to touch, to feel. Every inch of my skin burned where he touched me, like he was setting me free with every kiss, every caress.
His mouth was everywhere—on my lips, my neck, my chest—until I was gasping, my body trembling beneath him.
"You're so beautiful, Megan. Like a butterfly, fragile yet strong," he murmured as if praying. His fingernails brushed against my nipple, and his mouth followed.
My back arched, and a moan spilled from my lips.
"My God…" I gasped, my fingers holding onto his hair tightly as if it was my lifeline amidst the swirling desire.
His fingers trailed down my body followed by his mouth, leaving a trail of wetness on my skin. As if in slow motion, he looked up at me, his face a picture of unadulterated desire. A grin slowly formed on his lips, then in a blur, his head dove in between my legs.
My eyes rolled back as I moaned; his tongue lashed in between my creamy folds, up and down, side to side. He tasted me like I was the most tasty delicacy.
"Caleb… Caleb…" I called out his name like a prayer. My hands latched onto the headboard as I grind my pussy on his face, trying to chase that high.
"I'm coming!" I screamed as he sucked on my clit, and I orgasmed. Fireworks exploded at the back of my head and my eyes rolled back.
"Caleb…" I panted, but my eyes widened when he positioned his cock on my entrance, brushing his length against my pussy. We locked gazes and I held my breath, waiting for it.
When he finally joined with me, it wasn't just sex. It was something else, something that felt like liberation, like we were both being unshackled from the chains of our pasts.
We moved together in perfect rhythm, our bodies finding a connection that went deeper than physical need. It was emotional, too—like we were healing each other with every touch, every breath.
I lost myself in him, in the way he whispered my name, in the way his hands gripped my hips, holding me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. And maybe I was.
Maybe we were both floating, lost in each other, and that was okay. I didn't feel like I was running from something, or trying to hide.
This moment—it was ours. It belonged to us, and no one else.
When it was over, we lay tangled together, our bodies still pressed close, our breathing heavy and uneven. Caleb's hand rested on my hip, his thumb tracing lazy circles against my skin.
I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, echoing mine.
We didn't speak. We didn't need to. Because we both knew—this wasn't just about the past.
This was about the future, too. A future that, for the first time, didn't seem so dark.
I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his body lull me into a peaceful haze. And as sleep began to pull me under, one thought kept repeating in my mind:
This was what it feels to have someone beside you.