I froze. He had just thwarted his mother in front of me and made it known that I was his number one priority. If there was an altar of Caleb, I would have gladly worshiped there.
“Caleb, you can not be serious,” his mother’s face twitched as her good breeding fought against her outrage.
“You barely know her. I hardly think that you should make a decision based on some fling.”
“That’s enough,” he said it calmly, but it was easy to see that he was ruffled.
Caleb tossed his napkin into the plate in front of him and pushed back his chair. “Do you really think that if Olivia was just a fling I would have brought her here to meet you?”
“Well, she‘s certainly not the first girl you‘ve brought home. You were very serious about Jessica and—”
“Luca,” this warning came from his stepfather, who until now had been observing the whole exchange in silence. “This is none of your business.”
“My son is most certainly my business,” she spat, lifting her small frame from the table, “I refuse to watch him throw his life away for an opportunity hungry…”
“Let’s go, Olivia.” Caleb grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the table. I was holding a mouthful of half chewed potato in my cheek. I swallowed it abruptly and looked at Caleb in growing confusion. Was he really walking out in the middle of supper because of me? Should I do something?
“I have never spoken harshly to you before and I’m not going to start today,” he said to her calmly, though by the rigid set of his shoulders and the firm grip he had on my hand, I knew his calmness was a farce. Caleb’s anger boiled beneath the surface like hot lava and when it erupted, there was no getting away. “If you don’t accept Olivia, then you don’t accept me.” And then he walked me out of the room so quickly I barely had a chance to digest what had just happened.
“Caleb?” I said when we were in the driveway. He stopped walking and I almost toppled over as I was pulled to a skidding halt. Before I could say anything else, he spun me around like we were dancing and pulled me against his chest.
“I’m sorry, Duchess,” he said kissing me softly on the lips. Both of his hands were on my face and his eyes were locked with mine in such intensity I wanted to cry.
“What are you sorry for?” I whispered, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him again.
“For that,” he said beckoning to the house with a nod of his head. “I was expecting her to give you a hard time, but nothing like that. Her behavior was inexcusable. I’m so ashamed I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. She’s your mother and she wants the best for you. I would probably be suspicious of me, too.”
“You are my family now,” he said earnestly, “and if they can’t accept that then to hell with them.”
He hugged me tightly and led me to the car. I followed him mute and trembling. No one had ever done anything as tangible to let me know that they loved me. Caleb’s family meant the world to him and he had just chosen me over them. I clung to his hand in the car on the ride home and tried to make sense of things.
When we arrived back at the dorms he came around the car to open the door for me. We walked toward my building, neither of us saying a word when Caleb suddenly stopped.
“Will you dance with me?” he said holding out his hand. My first instinct was to look around to see who was watching us.
“No, don’t do that,” he said, “just for once, don’t care.”
I took an unsteady step toward him. Could I do that?
His hand was warm and it swallowed mine. He put the other one on my lower back and pulled me close to him. I could hear voices. There were people around and they were going to see us. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“Be brave,” he said smiling at me. “Open your eyes.”
I did. His feet started moving and I automatically followed him. He was a smooth dancer.
“There’s no music,” I was trying to see who was watching us out of the corner of my eye.
He started humming. I closed my eyes again but this time out of pleasure. His voice was decadent.
He was humming Yellow.
“This is where we first met,” he said nuzzling my neck. “It’s where the trouble all started.”
He was teasing but to me his words held so true.
“Why did you do that?” I asked with my eyes still closed. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Because I love you. She’ll come to her senses, I know her.”
“You’re a good guy, Caleb Drake.”
“A man is only as good as what he loves most, right?” I flinched. Hopefully, that wasn’t true. I was about as rotten as a month old egg.
“Your mom is so beautiful,” I said into his shoulder.
He laughed and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back until I was looking him in the eyes.
“You are going to destroy me, you know that?’
I knew.
After he kissed me goodnight, I wandered back to my room and collapsed into Cammie’s beanbag chair.
It was all too good to be true. Nothing good ever lasted. Our time was running out. I could feel it. There was only so long before he discovered who I really was and wanted nothing to do with me. He was light and I was darkness.
“Olivia, what’s wrong?” Cammie asked, emerging from the bathroom in a cloud of steam.
“I’m going to lose him Cam,” I said hiding my face in my hands.
“No, no,” she said quickly coming to kneel besides me, “he loves you too much. Everyone can see that.”
“Oh—screw love,” I said, more to myself than her. “It doesn’t always survive the bad things.”
“What bad things, Oy, you’re being dramatic,” she pulled up another beanie and sat down in front of me. “What have you done?”
“Cammie,” I said looking at her in horror. “Really, really bad things. And the worst part is—I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.”
Cammie looked at me with sympathy. “You are not as bad as you think. Whatever you’ve done, Caleb will still love you. You have to let him love you Olivia and more importantly you have to love him back.”
Six months later, I moved out of the dorms and into my own apartment. I had one semester of school left and I was eager to see it over. Caleb and I had gingerly started talking about getting an apartment together when I graduated. He had spent the last six months working for his stepfather and I was seeing him less and less.