“Get out, Cal,” I whisper. “What?” he asks as if he didn’t hear me. “Get the hell out,” I growl. “You’re kidding.” He lets out a light laugh. That sends me over the edge. “Get out now! I can’t even look at you anymore!” I yell so loud that I surprise myself. “Lauren, what the fuck is your problem?” he shouts back. “Cal, I swear to God, if you don’t leave right now—” He looks at me as if I’m speaking a different language, and I hear a knock at the door.
