Caleb kissed me when I least expected it but needed it most. It was quite some hours before I could accept it- I needed it.
There's a difference between a want and a need. I wanted him too at most times, much much more than I was allowed to, but in the moment today that he kissed me, I needed it. I needed the re-assurance of my safety, of his safety.
But that didn't help what it did to me.
Caleb Miller kissing me messed me up.
I felt the butterflies in my stomach, my heart beating rapidly in my chest and blood flowing noticeably through my veins, the adrenaline rush staying even for much more time after he pulled away.
But most importantly, what it messed up were the thoughts in my head.
A part of me melted. There was a thaw in the ice wall I thought I had managed to make against him
