Page 220 of Fame & Chaos

She smiles softly and leans up to kiss me before pulling back again, her expression slowly shifting as reality catches up to both of us.

“Hmm,” she murmurs. “Guess this is the last time I’ll be waking up with you for a while.”

A knot forms instantly in my stomach. “Yeah,” I admit quietly. “So let’s make it count.”

I slide my hand into her hair and kiss her deeply, trying to pour every feeling I have into it. She kisses me back with the same emotion, and for a few seconds, it really does feel like we’re saying goodbye forever.

But we’re not.

This isn’t the end of us.

Not even close.

We’ve fought too hard to get here.

Eventually, I force myself to pull back because I know I’m already running late. I rest my forehead against hers and exhale shakily. “You know you’re stuck with me now, right?” I murmur.

She giggles softly. “Unfortunately.”

“Marry me?” I ask automatically.

She bursts out laughing and sits up in bed. “Caleb,” she groans. “You seriously need to stop asking me every five minutes because eventually I’m not going to know when you’re actually serious.”

I grin and sit up beside her, sliding my hand down her shoulder. “Baby, every single time I ask, I’m serious.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically. “Well, come back from the tour and ask me then.”

My eyebrows shoot up instantly. “Wait… does that mean you’ll say yes when I get back?”

She bites back a smile. “We’ll see.”

“Oh my God,” I gasp dramatically. “Progress.”

She leans over and kisses me quickly.

“One day, Indi,” I tease while gesturing down my body dramatically. “Eventually, you won’t be able to resist all this.”

She throws her head back, laughing so hard she collapses onto the mattress, clutching her stomach. “Oh my God, Caleb, you are too obsessed with yourself.”

Honestly, watching her laugh like this makes me stupidly emotional. This is how I want to remember her while I’m away. Happy, warm, and laughing at my bullshit.

I lean over her, pinning her gently beneath me while her laughter softens into quiet giggles.

“Still think I’m ridiculous?” I ask while brushing my nose against hers.

“Absolutely,” she whispers. “Mr. I’m-Too-Sexy-For-My-Shirt.”

I snort a laugh. “Right, there’s only one way to shut you up.”

“Oh yeah?” she teases. “And what’s that?”

I kiss her before she can say anything else, pressing my body against hers while my hand slides slowly over her side and up to her bare breast beneath the blankets. She moans softly against my lips, and instantly, all my self-control starts dissolving.

God, I want her.

I want to spend the entire day in this bed and forget the tour even exists.

But I can’t.