[center] The next morning...[/center]

Caleb awoke abruptly to the sound of Lola's phone ringing in his dresser. Without opening his eyes, he stood up and hobbled over to the drawer to silence it, then quickly slid back into bed to shield his nude body from the AC that was blasting through the vents. His arms wrapped around the form next to him, and he sighed when he got comfortable.

The realization of who he was spooning took a minute to settle in, but once it did, his eyes shot open and his arm lifted the sheet a bit to confirm his suspicions. Yep. It was Lola. Also undressed. In his bed.

"Shit," he whispered as he removed his body from her and rolled on to his back, rubbing his face in frustration. He knew he has issues when it came to self control, but this may have been a new low for even him: sleeping with the young girl he kidnapped who's ex boyfriend is in the rival gang that is threatening them. Not only that, but Lola was a much better person than Caleb or the situation that he put her in.

But there she laid next to him. And although every sign in Caleb's head was pointing the opposite direction, he couldn't help but roll himself back over to her and wrapped his tattooed arms around her. When he got comfortable, he kissed the back of her neck that sat directly in front of his face, breathing in deeply as he did. 

He would have to be the asshole when they were both awake. He'd have to tell Lola that they couldn't do this again and that it was his fault for letting it go too far. But, for now, what happened [i]happened[/i], and he could let himself enjoy it before reality kicked in.

His memories were a bit blurry from the night before, but each inhale he took gave him bits and pieces of what they had done together.