6/9/15

"TELL ME SOMETHING," I tell Cale as I slide in closer to his body.

We lay in the back of his truck once again under the dark night sky. I love the way his skin heats mine, and the sound of his heartbeat under my ear.

"Tell you what?" Cale asks humorously.

I bite my lip as I place my leg over his. His hand comes up to my bare hipbone, and his fingers play against my skin making me curl in even closer.

"Please," I beg playfully.

His fingers continue to play against my soft skin. "Okay, I think you're beautiful Gray."

A smile lifts my lips. "Thank you," I flush. "Keep going."

Cale's hand slides further up from my hips until his hand rests below my breast. I feel my heart stop, and my skin rush hot with a sudden need. "I love the way your skin feels against mine," he murmurs into my hair.

"Oh really?" I ask quietly.

"Really. I also love the way you taste," he says next making my throat run dry.

"Taste?" I barely utter out.

"Yes, taste," he repeats. "I could drown in you and enjoy it."

My hand that lies on his chest clutches into the fabric of his shirt at his words. My body clings to him suddenly as a deep need crawls it's way through my body. His thumb continues to caress the under side of my breast making me shudder against him.

"But you know what I love the most?" he asks.

I shake my head unable to form a coherent sentence.

"I love the way you react to my words," he says as he slowly traces over my breast and up my neck till his fingers comb through my hair.

"And how do I react?" I ask breathlessly. I want his hands back on my neck, and on my chest, and everywhere.

"Like you'd let me do anything I'd want to you," he laughs darkly.

I trace my tongue against my lips. "Who says I would stop you?"

I can hear the quiet growl emit from his throat, and his hands now clutch onto my hips. He rolls my body completely on top of his so that our bodies are lined perfectly. I place my arms over his chest and rest my chin on my arms.

Cale's hazel eyes hold mine, and I can't help but fall further into the fire that blazes within them. I love the way he looks at me. I love it so much I could let him stare at me for the rest of my life. It would be quiet, but it would be perfect.

"Tell me more Cale," I say.

He smirks. "Well I love the way you moan when I kiss right—"

I cut him off. "Not what I mean," I blush.

He grins cheekily. "Then what do you mean Gray?"

I sigh. "I don't know, I just want to know more about you I guess," I say with the tilt of a head.

He raises his eyebrows. "More about me?" he questions.

I nod once. "Yes," I state.

"Like what?" he asks unsure.

"Anything," I say softly.

Cale's hands trace over my ass and up until he lands on my waist. I love the way he can't keep his hands of me, it makes me feel wanted and it's a feeling I've never felt before. Cale brings out feelings in me I never knew existed, and it makes me feel excited for what more he could bring out.

"Okay," he agrees as he closes his eyes. I lie atop of Cale and let him think of what he wants to tell me.

I expect something stupid or another way to get me under him since he was almost successful the first time. What I don't expect is what he tells me next.

"When my dad was young he saw a shooting star with his mom. And his mother saw the reaction it drew out of him, and told my dad to wait for the girl that reminds him of that star in that exact moment."

"Why?" I ask.

"Have you ever seen a shooting star Gray?" Cale asks me.

I shake my head in response. Once when I was little Bailey had seen one but I missed it.

He sighs. "It's hard to explain then."

I trace my fingers in a circle on this chest. "Try," I whisper.

He nods. "Okay." I watch his hazel eyes dance as he watches the stars above. "The first time you see a shooting star you almost don't believe you saw it. It goes by so fast and shines so bright that it almost doesn't seem like it exists."

His words wrap around me as I close my eyes and sigh. My body melts in to Cale as my body forms against his. "Tell me more," I breathe.

"Your skin prickles and your pulse races at the bright light that scars the skies for only a few seconds," Cale continues.

"Wow," I exhale. "It sounds magical," I say.

Cale makes a small sound of agreement. "But it only feels that way the first time," he adds.

My lips purse. "Why?"

"Because when you see one after it's not as special. You've seen one before, so who cares. It may be exciting for a second, but you'll never feel the same way you did when you saw it for the first time."

"So that's why your grandma told your dad to find someone who reminds him of that moment," I murmur to myself piecing together his story. It's beautiful and simple and everything I hope to feel one day. Though in the back of my head I know I've felt the exact thing his grandmother spoke about.

I may have not seen a shooting star, but Cale makes me feel exactly the way he described.

"Do you think you will ever feel that way?" I ask Cale. I honestly want to know if he thinks he can feel this way about someone. I know this most likely won't last longer than a summer, but it won't stop me from feeling the way I do about Cale.

I've fallen for him, and I can't turn back now.

His hands lift from my hips to stroke through my blonde hair. I love the way he plays with my hair. The soft caress makes me feel drowsy as I let my body sink into Cale's even further.

"Yeah, I think I could," he whispers after a while.

I don't say anything in response, but that is the moment I know I love Cale Hasting. It is the first time I admit to myself my feelings for Cale, and I don't know if I want to cry or laugh.

I love someone, and even worse that someone is a Hasting.

But instead of letting myself freak-out any further I close my eyes, and let the soft breath sounds of Cale lull me into a deep sleep.

The sound of my phone buzzing wakes me up from my dream filled nap. I sit up breathing heavily hating the way my skin pebbled at the dream I had. Except it wasn't a dream, it was a full on memory. A memory I never wanted to relive because I didn't think my heart could handle it. And I was right. My heart is barely containing itself with the memory of his words against my skin.

My phone buzzes again and I lean over and pull the phone off of the charger. "Hello," I answer groggily.

"Hey G, what's going on?" Hayley's peppy voice sounds from the other line.

"Nothing just waking up from a nap," I mutter as I try and clear the image of Cale underneath my body.

But the images stick around because life hates me. Every time I try and move forward, I get pulled ten steps backward. I cuddle into my bed, and try and let Hayley distract me from the fresh images of Cale that twist through my head.