Chapter 67

“Kaleb!” She didn’t think twice running toward him. “Fuck, you’re definitely drunk! What were you thinking?” She was holding him, his arms around her shoulders, and hers around his waist.

“I’m not drunk,” Kaleb hissed.

“Yeah, right. That’s what all the drunkards say,” she quipped while shutting the door behind them. “Let’s get you to bed.” She tried to scoot him toward the bed. But he didn’t want to move. Instead, he took her in his arms, hugging her from behind, longingly. His hand slid to bump and he rubbed it gently.

“Sasha,” he uttered, his voice hoarse. She stilled in his brace. “Just for tonight, let’s sleep together.”

“Sleep together?” Sasha murmured, her skin shuddered.

“Hmm,” Kaleb replied, breathing into her hair.

“And then what?” Sasha asked gently, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. She loved being this closer to him. She still needed to feel him every single day. How stupid was she going to get? She could no longer understa