Calista

　　"Cedric…"

　　He looked down, and I could see the turmoil in his eyes, thoughts messing around like a storm I couldn't calm. That kiss had changed everything. It was my fault, really. I hadn't stopped him; I'd let him kiss me, giving him false hope.

　　"Look-"

　　"I don't care, Calista," he cut me off, his voice soft but firm. "It doesn't matter if you're not ready for me right now. I told you that," he added, gently cupping my ...