Bailey's pov
I'm breathing hastily as Kaleb kisses me slowly. It was a tender and something about this one was very different.
It felt like a silent conversation between the two of us. A conversation where we both agree to be each other's.
It felt like we were in our own little bubble. Just me and him. Us. Just us two. No one else, just us.
But sometimes a happy little bubble doesn't last. Sometimes things happen to poke it. And pop, it's gone.
The sharp sound of his ringtone or was it mine? I wasn't sure. But it screeched in the air like a dying horse.
Breaking the warm feeling both Kaleb and I were surrounded by.
Kaleb pulls away with a groan, cusses. "Fuck. I guess our time is up flower."
He pecked my lips, groaned again and swept in for another slow kiss, only to be interrupted yet again.
"Dammit." He barked and sat up. Pulling his phone out of his pocket.
I rise into a sitting position, balancing myself on my elbows while he furrowed his brows down at the screen.
"It's Stefan." He said, not that he needed to tell me but he did. He answers on the fifth ring, his eyes set on mine while he speaks.
"Then drive her yourself."
"No."
"Fuck, fine. I'll be down in a second."
"Give me a fucking minute man." Kaleb ends the call and buried his head in his hands.
Worried, I asked him softly. " Is everything okay?"
He rubbed his head and nod. " Yeah."
He then gets off the bed and says over his shoulder. " You should probably wait a little bit before coming down."
" Kaleb?" I called before he opened the door. I'm already fixing my clothes, now feeling dirty and used.
What happened to the sweet boy who kissed me like his life depended on it?
Was this all an act to have his way with me again?
What about his words?
I blinked as I felt the sting of incoming tears.
What about him saying I was his? Were they just that, words?
My heart aches and I breathed in when he stops but clutched the handle. " I'll tell you about it later. I have to go before my sister gets here, she's already on her way."
With that he leaves and I quickly rise to my feet, clenching my fists.
That's it?
That's all?
Asshole.
I knew I shouldn't have trusted him again.
Stupid stupid Bailey!
I pressed my lips into a tight frown and instead of heading to the door I went to the balcony. If anything all I need now is the cool air to relax me.
If Mira was on her way as he said, then showing her how upset I was, wasn't a wise idea. Not when her brother was the cause and she'd dig in until she knew what or who upset me.
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