CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

"Are you really okay, Tatiana?" Caleb asked while we're walking along the sea shore.

I can't say that I'm fine because I feel anxious, really. If it wasn't because of that f*cking creepy guy who kept texting me.

I looked at him teary–eyed. "He... he called," I said with my shaky voice. His eyes were stayed in mine for a while before he pulled me for a hug.

"Caleb, he's here..."

"Hush... I know, love. I know," he said as he caressed my hair. The tears that I kept last night started to streamed down my face.

This is so new of me. I'm not crying when someone asked me if I'm fine. But whenever I'm with Caleb, I feel safe. I feel like he's my safe zone, my comfort zone.

I pulled out on the hug and was about to wipe my tears when he did it for me.

I'm just looking at him while he's wiping my tears. God, if I fell in love with this guy, it his fault.

He smiled at me like a kid so I smiled back. This time, my smile is real.

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