Despite making the first s’more and devouring it, I had no appetite for more. As I started to prepare another one, my stomach turned sour at the thought of my impending departure. Plain and simple, being out here was about spending my final moments with Teagan; it wasn’t about the damn s’mores.

Putting down my stick, I moved to wrap my arms around her as she leaned her back against my chest. I kissed the top of her head and breathed her in. I wondered if I’d ever feel this peace with anyone else—and wondered if by some miracle Teagan and I might find our way back to each other one day.CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE* * *TEAGANThe night before Caleb’s departure felt like a bad dream.

I wanted to spend his last night with him, but would it be harmful to go to that risky place, knowing he’d be gone tomorrow? Regardless, I kept wishing he would come down to my room. He never did. At the same time, I could’ve easily gone upstairs. But I didn’t.

We’d done an amazing job not crossing the line. When we made s’mores last night, he’d just held me. Then we went to our separate rooms. But the fact remained that I only had this one night. I might never see Caleb Yates again after tomorrow. Was I missing an opportunity to experience one more moment with him? Should I risk hurting myself more in order to be with him one more time?

The longer I sat in bed, the more the urgency in my chest grew. In the end, I knew it wasn’t going away unless I went to him. It was past 1AM, and I had no clue if he was even awake.

Grabbing a robe, I tiptoed up the stairs, willing myself to be silent so as not to alert my family. My heart nearly stopped as I peeked up into the kitchen. A shadow moved, but I looked again and realized it was Caleb. We met at the top of the stairs. Apparently, he’d been coming to see me just as I’d broken down and decided to go to him.

We crashed into each other simultaneously. There were no words, just a tidal wave of emotions I could feel emanating from him: longing, sorrow. Our feelings poured from each of us into the other.

Caleb placed his hands around my face and took my mouth in his. Our breaths were frantic, desperate. It felt unlike any other kiss I had experienced with him. Quite suddenly, he lifted me off my feet and cradled me in his arms. Then, he carried me back down the stairs to my bedroom.

As he placed me on my bed, he hovered over me. “I really tried to stay away, Teagan.”

Practically unable to speak, I nodded. “I need you tonight.”

He buried his mouth in my neck, kissing me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow. My fingers raked over his muscular back. He devoured my neck before ripping off my cami and sucking hard on each of my breasts until my nipples were sore.

Desperate to have him inside me, I grinded my body over the heat of his engorged cock.

His breathing became erratic before he gripped my shorts and pulled them down. I worked to slide them completely off my legs. He yanked my panties so hard I thought they might have ripped. He pulled them off before inserting two of his fingers deeply inside of me.

Caleb bit my bottom lip. I was so turned on I nearly forgot how miserable I was supposed to be. He was rougher than usual, but I reveled in his need to claim my body. It made me painfully sad that this might be our last time. That meant tonight needed to matter.

“Please, Caleb,” I begged.

He looked at me, his eyes drugged with lust.

“I need to fuck you hard, Teagan. Is that alright?”

Grabbing his ass, I pushed him against me. “Yes. Please.”

He lowered his pants, and within seconds I felt his hot, slick cock against my leg. It was wet at the tip, and my legs quivered with the need to feel him inside of me.

“You mentioned once you were on the pill, even though we used protection?” he whispered.

I panted. “Yes.”

“Can I have you without a condom tonight?”

Heat sparked through me, and I nodded, spreading my legs as he entered me almost immediately. The skin-to-skin contact took my breath away as he filled me.

“Teagan...you…this feels so amazing. Christ. Being inside of you like this—it’s the most incredible feeling ever.”

Swallowing his words with my kiss, I moaned over his mouth as he moved in and out of me. I knew we were too loud. Thankfully my bed didn’t squeak much, but someone could easily hear us if they came down to the kitchen. I’d have to hope that didn’t happen. Being with him tonight was worth the risk of getting caught.