I can’t. Instead, I nuzzle Calista’s hair and breathe her in. Her body curves perfectly to mine, like it belongs there.Regret and elation battle inside me. I’ve missed her. God, how I’ve missed her. I need to make things right between us – not this bullshit we have going on at school. At the same time, I wish I didn’t do what we just did.How messed up is it that her mom knows I’m here? She knows I’ve just spent the night in Calista’s locked bedroom, and no one — not Tomas or Catherine came by to check on us. Or to ask me to leave. The clock glares the time at me: three in the morning. Next to me, Cal tucks my arm back around her. “What’s wrong?” she asks groggily. “Nothing.” She wiggles a little, getting comfortable again, and falls back to sleep.Sitting in the dark, with only Cal’s soft breathing keeping me company, my mind whirls. If I loved her, really loved her, then I wouldn’t hook-up with all those other girls. I wouldn’t be into Ellie. Fuck.
