Chapter 32

Laura

I'm in misery the following morning.

I slump back in my chair inside the kitchen. Caleb is locked up in the basement, and I miss him. His scent. His touch. Everything inside me zaps and sparkles when he touches me.

I wish he had stayed with me, slept by my side...

Only to wake me up with wet kisses all over my face. The sloppy kind before I tackle Caleb and that perfect body to the mattress.

Gosh, I think I'm actually in love with him.

A sigh leaves my lips.

I don't even look up when Ryan whistles into the kitchen. And I'm so silent and defeated that his chocolate eyes don't even regard me before he got a spoon down in a yogurt container.

"Oh, you're here," Ryan drags away a chair from the table and sits down. He doesn't seem to remember our earlier argument or is choosing to move on. "How are you feeling?"

I peer up at him. He is stupidly gorgeous—I can see why Celina is crushing on her mate.

Brown hair, warm face with dimples on either one of his cheeks, and tanned skin—he