He smirks. “You’re admitting to an us, then?” I shift. “Seems inevitable.” “We are.” He grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth. He kisses my knuckles, then sets it back on my lap. But he doesn’t let go. Butterflies erupt in my belly. It’s easy to let Caleb hold my hand and pretend we’re two nice people who happen to be dating. We are the furthest thing from nice. “Relax,” he murmurs. “This is very public. And you just dumped your girlfriend. Loudly.” He raises one shoulder, his eyes on the game. “You told me to.”
