Status Updates From Sympathy for the Devil (Jac...

...that whole family is kind of magnetic, you know? They draw people in. Liven things up.”

They sure do, Bree. They sure do.

Oh, Caleb. You Jackson brothers kill me. Just... ugh.

“I wanted you from the moment I first saw you,” he muttered. “Ten years later, I saw you again and I was back there again. Wanting you. It doesn’t go away. It never will.”

“I’d cut out my heart before I hurt him again.” “That one right there.” Her father smiled a little sadly. “That one’s love.”

“We probably shouldn’t be kissing at all,” she murmured, getting caught up in his eyes. Dark eyes tonight, whereas in daylight they were a glorious grey-green. “Last time I kissed you I was naked five minutes later.” “I can do better than that these days.” That’s what she was afraid of.

“You went all over?” She didn’t understand it. “You were always just going to . . . stay.” “I know. At eighteen, I thought I’d never leave, but I couldn’t always find what I wanted here. Sometimes I had to change direction.” He shrugged. “The difference between you and me is that I always come home.”

Nothing like a warm welcome home, is there?” “You want a warm welcome?” “Right now, I’d settle for an indifferent one.” “I never did get the hang of indifference where you’re concerned.”

“Did I hurt you?” “No.” Her arms around his neck tightened and her lips found his skin. “No.” “Then why the tears?” “I just—I’ve never had a moment like that one. So perfect, Caleb. I wanted it. I feel like I’ve stolen it. I loved it, and I’m never going to tell a soul. Makes me want to cry.”

He never knew what Breanna Tucker was thinking when she looked at him. He didn’t know why the laughing, fun-loving girl others knew her to be clammed up silent and uncertain whenever he was around. Or maybe he did know. Same reason he turned into a silent, brooding ass.