Saved By Love (Bellevue Bullies 7)

Though, that’s not the case for me. I want to know Callie. Everything about her.

I don’t last long before I burst inside her, much to my dismay and hers. Everything goes black as I shake everywhere. I want to fall on her, but I also don’t want to squish her, so I hold myself up as all this emotion and pleasure rushes through my body. Her hands hold my biceps as she gasps for breath, and I can’t move. Not yet.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

She smiles, turning her head to kiss my wrist. “Don’t apologize. I came.”

“You did?”

She nods, her eyes hooded as she holds my gaze. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, and I was ready.”

My mouth is dry as I gaze into her beautiful eyes. “Me too,” I find myself whispering. She smiles, and I drop to meet my lips to hers. She kisses me eagerly until my phone won’t stop ringing. I pull back since it’s my mom’s ringtone. “It’s my mom.”

“Oh,” she says, and I don’t think she wants me to check, but I have to. I fall to the side of her and reach for my phone. I don’t answer it. I only look to see if she’s texted, and she has. Along with everyone else in my fucking family.

“Shelli is having the baby,” I say, reading the texts. “I have to head up there.”

Callie looks put off by that, but she nods.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to seem like a dick who is rushing out. I’m not.”

She waves me off. “No, it’s fine.”

“It’s not,” I say, holding her gaze. “I don’t want to leave.”

Her lips curve. “It’s okay, really. I understand.”

I don’t move, though, and neither does she. “Are you sure? Was everything okay?”

She reaches over, taking my jaw. “It was great. Stop overthinking it.”

I turn my head, kissing her palm, and my phone sounds once more. I sigh, annoyed. “Okay, I gotta go.”

“Okay.”

We get up and get dressed. I kiss her before I walk her down. I don’t know if it’s my self-consciousness or what, but I feel like she’s pissed. Or maybe I wasn’t good enough for her. Or maybe she got what she wanted and she’s done with me. We didn’t exchange numbers or even try to set something up. We didn’t even really say goodbye.

Did I just fuck this up?