“Do you love me, Caleb?” I murmur, searching his face. I need to know. This can’t happen without me knowing first. I can’t handle it otherwise. “You know I do,” he mutters. Sucking in a sharp breath, I raise a hand and slap his face. Hard. He reels with a grunt, his gaze jerking back to glare at me, his eyes now two burning coals. “Good,” I pant. “Then fuck me like you hate me.”
