‘I intended to say goodbye, but then I had a wobble. I am so sorry, Caleb.’
‘I should have listened.’ His phone starts buzzing again and he silences it swiftly.
‘I hurt you. I understand why you didn’t want me around.’
‘I do want you around, but only if you want to be.’
I smell the toast burning just as Caleb grabs the grill pan and tosses it on the top quickly with bare fingers. I dart round the counter, flick on the tap and hold his fingers under cold running water. Unexpectedly, Caleb puts his free arm round me to pull me close. I close my eyes and breathe him in.
‘Tell me you want only me,’ he asks solemnly.
‘I want only you.’ And I mean it.
Just as he shuts off the tap, his phone starts vibrating again. He sends it to voicemail.
‘Want to get that? It seems important,’ I say, happy to wait.
‘No. Nothing is more important than you, here with me, right now.’ We silently enter a space, dammed by our emotions, where I feel no one can touch us and, in that moment, I know that I’m exactly where I want to be.
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