#Chapter 180: A Warm Bed

Much, much later, after Caleb ravaged me on the stairs again and then twice more in my bedroom, once we are relatively cleaned up, though I still carry his scent all over me, Caleb sits on the edge of my bed, staring at me as I recline there, jelly-like and sated. We need to have a talk, and I know it’s coming. But still, I try to enjoy this moment while I can, the calm before the storm. My body thrums with the remnants of pleasure, so relaxed, so pleased. Caleb always makes certain to satisfy my needs and then some in bed, even when he’s furious at me. Right now, with the fiery way he’s continuing to look at me, I have no idea if I’m in for another round or a lecture. “You need to explain to me exactly why you believe trading yourself for Tristan would be a reasonable idea,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. I’m in for a lecture, then. I suppose I do have this coming. Forcing myself to move, I push myself up to my elbows so I can more fully meet his gaze. The truth i