“Yeah, we’re coming now,” I said quickly.
Indi looked anywhere except at Dad, and he chuckled under his breath before pointing at me. “And Caleb?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe try looking slightly less smug before you walk into the kitchen. Your mother will start asking questions.”
I laughed while Indi covered her face with both hands.
“Oh my God,” she groaned the second Dad walked back out. “He knew.”
“He absolutely knew,” I said, still grinning like an idiot.
Her expression softened a little after a second. “What if your parents freak out?” she asked quietly. “I mean… I live here.”
“Indi…” I reached for her hand immediately. “Mum and Dad love you. Relax.”
She bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile.
“You happy?” I asked softly.
Her eyes met mine. And for the first time in months, there wasn’t sadness sitting behind them.
“I’m happy, Caleb,” she whispered. “Actually happy.”
“Good,” I murmured. “Because I plan on kissing you again after dinner.”
A blush spread across her cheeks. “You can kiss me whenever you want to, Caleb McCormack-Slade.”
“Well, in that case…” I leaned in and kissed her one more time, soft and quick, but it still made my heart slam into overdrive all over again.
Indi Malone was it for me.
My person.
The one I’d spend the rest of my life loving, whether she realized it yet or not.
We finally pulled apart and headed downstairs together, her fingers tangled tightly with mine until we reached the kitchen doorway.
Then we let go reluctantly and looked at each other for a second.
No words.
None needed.
Because after years of waiting, something between us had finally shifted.
And deep down, I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
Chapter Four
Caleb
18 Years Old
Indi and I had become experts at sneaking around the house to steal a few minutes alone together.
Not because Mum and Dad were strict, but because once we started kissing, it became almost impossible to stop. Every look between us carried weight now. Every accidental touch turned into something more if we weren’t careful.