Caleb's face went hot. "Because she didn't care!" he said, his voice a whisper, but defensive. His eyes were bright, he didn't want to be blamed, even if he knew he was just as culpable as she had been.

"She just...went like--" Looking across the bed, mere inches away, into Gale's dark eyes, he couldn't resist. He demonstrated what Kim had done, touching Gabe's smooth cheek with his fingertips. He ghosted them along Gabe's cheekbone, traced the curve of his jaw, all the way to his soft lower lip. He could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest, and he knew what he wanted was bad, but he was having a hard time coming up with reasons why.