Schuyler
“I'm sorry I answered your phone," Calvin whispers into my ear. “I should have carried it over to you."
I want to let him know I'm not upset with him; I want to apologize for my ass of a brother, but if I speak, I might lose my paper-thin hold on my control. I nod slightly instead. My cheek rubs against his hard, bare pectoral. I feel his racing heartbeat. His heat soothes me. I tighten my arms around his waist, nuzzling my face against his skin.
Calvin slides one hand into my hair, holding me tight to him, while his other lightly caresses my back. An alarm bell in my head warns me this is too intimate. It feels good, and right now, I need this. I'll worry about the signals I might be sending him later.
“Are you okay?" Calvin murmurs. “I mean, I know you're physically okay, bu
