Page 49 of Loving Kalvin
But I can’t do that.
Not until he knows about his son.
The thought is sobering, and I scoot back in my seat, averting my eyes.
“Is everything okay?” he asks softly.
“Sure.” I give him my best effort of a smile. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“You know me.” He shrugs as the truck kicks into gear. “I’m asleep the instant my head hits the pillow.”
I’ve always envied him his ability to sleep at the drop of a hat. As someone prone to bouts of insomnia, I wish I could sleep anywhere, at any time, like him. “You didn’t answer my question,” I remind him.
“Imighthave acquired a copy of your schedule.”
I groan, leaning my head back against the headrest as it all slots into place. “You got Keven to hack into the college server, didn’t you?”
“Busted.” He grins proudly, reaching over and lacing his fingers in mine. “Don’t worry. He left no trace.”
“Your brother is going to get himself into deep shit one of these days,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“Nah, he’s way too smart for that.”
I stare idly out the window as an idea comes to me. “Do you have any plans tonight?”
“Nope. I’m all yours.” He sends me a cheeky wink.
“Can you meet me at Lake Alice at five? Don’t eat. I’ll bring food.”
“Is this a date?” He brings the truck to a standstill.
I lace my hands in my lap as I look up at him. His cerulean eyes glisten mischievously. “Do you want it to be?” My heart is thumping inside my chest.
His other hand threads in mine, and he tugs me forward until there is hardly any space between us. He stares at me through hooded lashes, and strands of his hair fall forward over his forehead. Electricity crackles in the air. My heart skips a beat when his gaze lands on my mouth. He leans in, and fireworks detonate inside my chest. My mouth feels dry as sandpaper. “More than anything,” he whispers. I close my eyes as his seductive breath fans over my face. “Lana,” he whispers again, and my eyes flit open.
His eyes have darkened, and the look he’s giving me would melt panties and hearts the world over. “I want to kiss you so badly right now.”
My gaze zones in on his tempting mouth, and I want to meld my lips and my body to his and only stop when I need to come up for air, but I can’t let this happen. Not yet. Not until after I tell him tonight.
“I want that too, Kal,” I whisper. He moves in for the kill, and I jerk back in the nick of time. “But we can’t. Not until we talk some more. There is other stuff that needs to be said.”
He groans, clawing his hands through his hair. “Just so you know, you’re killing me. I’m, like, dying right now.” His flair for the dramatic is showing. “You have no idea the things you do to me.” His lustful gaze fixates on me again. “No idea the things I want to do to you.”
I gulp, and he chuckles. His hand cups my cheek, and I lean into his touch. “Can I ask you something personal?” I cautiously nod. “You don’t have to answer, and you can call me out for being a dick, but it’s something that’s driving me insane. I need to know.”
“Shoot.”
“Have you slept with anyone since me?”
“I haven’t even kissed anyone since you.”
He looks shell-shocked and happy. Then he’s lifting me over the center console, and I’m in his lap. I spot several curious gazes as people walk past the truck. “That makes me unbelievably happy.”
“Have you?” I whisper. I’m not sure I want to know. His answering scowl tells me everything. I look away.
“Baby.” He tilts my chin up with his finger. “I hadn’t kissed anyone in over a year until I got here. I didn’t even look at another girl. None of them were you.” That goes some way toward appeasing me. I urge him to continue with my eyes. “The first few weeks I was here, I scoured the campus looking for you. I had Kev search the student database for you, and when he told me you weren’t registered, I got depressed. Brett took me out that night, and when this girl came on to me, I let her comfort me, because I felt so empty inside, and I just needed to feelsomething, anything. I slept with her, but it was only that one time, and I regretted it straightaway. She was a bit clingy after that, and we kissed a couple times, but that was it. I swear. I wasn’t into it, and I would’ve ended it even if you hadn’t been at the frat that night.”
“You’re talking about that blonde girl?”
