He closes his eyes and sighs as I t

He closes his eyes and sighs as I touch him. “No.”
“Do you have a roommate or something?” Is he fighting with that person? Did they hurt him?
“Not anymore,” he says sadly, looking back up at the windows of the building.
“Are you okay to be alone?” I ask, my mental health training kicking in. Or maybe it’s that I can’t bear to think of him being by himself right now.
“Well, I don’t have much choice in that, do I?” he says.
I stare at him, this mysterious guy who has a surprisingly strong grip on me, one I don’t really understand. Everything Daniel said to me echoes in my head. He’s the nicest guy, and that’s pretty amazing, considering some of the things he’s been through. What’s happened to Caleb, in the past and now? Do I want to get closer to a guy with baggage like that?
No, that’s not really the question. The question is: do I want to get closer to Caleb?
“You have a choice,” I say. “I don’t have an early class tomorrow. If you want to hang out.”
“Hang out?” he says, amusement tingeing his words.
I smile. “Yeah.”
He searches my expression for a few long seconds. “You can come up if you want.”
“Sure, I’d love to.”
He blinks. That was obviously not what he was expecting me to say. A smile creeps onto his face. “Okay.”
He opens the door and waits for me to join him on the sidewalk, then heads into the C building and up the stairs. I follow him, noticing the state of disrepair. This is one of the cheaper complexes in town, and not the safest, either. I think the free community clinic where Jude works draws a lot of its clientele from here. Caleb exits the stairwell on the second floor and I trail him down the hall to a door with chipped paint, number 224. He unlocks it and flips on some lights.
It’s spotless. Like, I can smell the cleaning products, and not a thing is out of place. It’s sparsely furnished, and I know with one glance that everything in here was probably purchased at Goodwill. A series of eight small paintings hangs on one of the walls, a progression of dark to light, of a shadowed figure emerging from blackness to stand in a startling white background. But the final square painting is pure white, and the black figure has disappeared completely like he was never there. It’s either hopeful or terribly sad, and I can’t figure out which.
“I did that when I was in high school,” Caleb says. “I know it’s amateur.”
“I like it,” I volunteer, turning to watch him strip off his coat and hang it over a chair at the kitchen table. “And I guess how you interpret it depends on who you think that figure is.”
 He comes forward to take my raincoat from me. “It won a prize in some regional show. At the time I thought it was a sign of things to come.” He’s smiling as he says it, but it’s not bitter like he’s feeling sorry for himself. More like he’s remembering how easy it is to believe that kind of thing when you’re young.
I hand him my coat. “You’ve been painting for a long time.”
He nods as he hangs my coat over another chair and goes into the kitchen. “You want some water or something?”
“I’m good.” I sit down on his couch. There’s a little TV in the corner and a few DVDs stacked on the floor. Atop an old desk sits an equally old desktop computer.
He gets himself some water and falls onto the couch next to me, fatigue etched on his features. For a second, I wonder if he’s starting to fall asleep, but then he sips his water from a plastic cup and sets it on the floor.
“Why are you here, Romy?” He opens his eyes and nails me with that wolf-gray gaze. “And you said we weren’t playing games, so I’m going to keep that in mind.”
I swallow. Caleb doesn’t seem like a dangerous guy, but sometimes his eyes are so intense. “Daniel was waiting by my car when I left class tonight.”
He lifts his head. “What?”
I hold my hands up, mentally apologizing to Daniel. “He said you’d had a bad day, and I saw enough during class to know it was true.”
His smile is bemused. “So you thought you’d rescue me again?”
My cheeks get warm. “Did I rescue you last time? I wasn’t sure.”
He shifts a little closer to me. “I’m not sure what I’d call it. But I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”
He’s only a foot away from me. Close enough for me to see the red mark on his cheek that’s going to be a bruise tomorrow. Close enough for me to see the dark stubble on his jaw, the tiny dent in his chin, the brilliant blue dot of pigment in his right eye. “I won’t either. I don’t … I don’t do things like that. Not usually.”
“Do you care about what happened between me and Claudia?”
My heart skips. No games. “Yeah. I think I do.”
He sighs. “You won’t like it.”
“Daniel said it didn’t mean anything,” I say quietly. I don’t think I can bear hearing details. Not right now. Not while I’m looking at his handsome face, not while his body is this close. I don’t want to think about Claudia running her hands over him.
Caleb touches my hand, skimming his fingertip along one of the blue veins beneath my skin. “Daniel was right. And it’s over.”

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Dia menutup matanya dan mendesah seperti saya menyentuhnya. "Tidak.""Apakah Anda memiliki teman sekamar atau sesuatu?" Dia berjuang dengan orang itu? Apakah mereka menyakitinya?"Tidak lagi," katanya Sayangnya, menatap kembali jendela bangunan."Apakah Anda baik-baik saja untuk menjadi sendirian?" Saya bertanya, pelatihan kesehatan mental saya menendang di. Atau mungkin itu adalah bahwa saya tidak tahan memikirkan dia menjadi oleh dirinya sendiri sekarang."Yah, aku tidak punya banyak pilihan dalam hal itu, saya?" katanya.Aku menatapnya, cowok misterius yang telah mengejutkan kuat cengkeraman pada saya, yang saya benar-benar tidak mengerti. Semuanya Daniel berkata kepadaku gema di kepalaku. Dia adalah orang yang paling baik, dan itu sangat menakjubkan, mempertimbangkan beberapa hal-hal yang dia telah melalui. Apa yang telah terjadi kepada Kaleb, di masa lalu dan sekarang? Saya ingin mendapatkan lebih dekat dengan seorang pria dengan Bagasi seperti itu?Tidak, itu tidak benar-benar pertanyaan. Pertanyaannya adalah: Apakah saya ingin untuk mendapatkan lebih dekat Kaleb?"Anda memiliki pilihan," kataku. "Saya tidak memiliki kelas awal besok. Jika Anda ingin untuk hang out.""Bergaul?" katanya, hiburan tingeing kata-kata.Aku tersenyum. "ya."Dia mencari ekspresi selama beberapa detik lama. "Anda dapat datang jika Anda ingin.""Tentu, saya akan senang."Ia berkedip. Itu jelas tidak apa dia mengharapkan saya untuk mengatakan. Senyum merayap ke wajahnya. "Oke."Dia membuka pintu dan menunggu untuk saya untuk bergabung dengannya di trotoar, kemudian kepala ke gedung C dan menaiki tangga. Saya mengikuti dia, memperhatikan keadaan rusak. Ini adalah salah satu kompleks murah di kota, dan tidak aman, baik. Saya pikir klinik gratis masyarakat mana Yudas bekerja menarik banyak klien dari sini. Kaleb keluar tangga di lantai dua dan saya trail dia menyusuri lorong ke pintu dengan cat terkelupas, nomor 224. Dia membuka itu dan membalik pada beberapa lampu.Sangat bersih. Seperti, saya bisa mencium bau produk pembersih, dan bukan hal yang tidak pada tempatnya. Ini jarang dilengkapi, dan aku tahu dengan satu pandangan yang semuanya di sini mungkin dibeli di Goodwill. Serangkaian lukisan kecil delapan Hang pada salah satu dinding, perkembangan gelap cahaya, sosok teduh yang muncul dari kegelapan untuk berdiri di latar belakang putih mengejutkan. Tapi akhir lukisan persegi adalah murni putih, dan sosok hitam telah menghilang sepenuhnya seperti ia tidak pernah ada. Baik harapan atau sangat sedih, dan saya tidak tahu yang."Aku melakukan itu ketika saya masih di SMA," kata Kaleb. "Aku tahu itu amatir.""Saya suka itu," Aku relawan, beralih ke melihatnya menanggalkan nya mantel dan menggantungnya di atas kursi di meja dapur. "Dan saya kira bagaimana Anda menafsirkan itu tergantung pada siapa yang Anda pikir angka itu." He comes forward to take my raincoat from me. “It won a prize in some regional show. At the time I thought it was a sign of things to come.” He’s smiling as he says it, but it’s not bitter like he’s feeling sorry for himself. More like he’s remembering how easy it is to believe that kind of thing when you’re young.I hand him my coat. “You’ve been painting for a long time.”He nods as he hangs my coat over another chair and goes into the kitchen. “You want some water or something?”“I’m good.” I sit down on his couch. There’s a little TV in the corner and a few DVDs stacked on the floor. Atop an old desk sits an equally old desktop computer.He gets himself some water and falls onto the couch next to me, fatigue etched on his features. For a second, I wonder if he’s starting to fall asleep, but then he sips his water from a plastic cup and sets it on the floor.“Why are you here, Romy?” He opens his eyes and nails me with that wolf-gray gaze. “And you said we weren’t playing games, so I’m going to keep that in mind.”I swallow. Caleb doesn’t seem like a dangerous guy, but sometimes his eyes are so intense. “Daniel was waiting by my car when I left class tonight.”He lifts his head. “What?”I hold my hands up, mentally apologizing to Daniel. “He said you’d had a bad day, and I saw enough during class to know it was true.”His smile is bemused. “So you thought you’d rescue me again?”My cheeks get warm. “Did I rescue you last time? I wasn’t sure.”He shifts a little closer to me. “I’m not sure what I’d call it. But I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”He’s only a foot away from me. Close enough for me to see the red mark on his cheek that’s going to be a bruise tomorrow. Close enough for me to see the dark stubble on his jaw, the tiny dent in his chin, the brilliant blue dot of pigment in his right eye. “I won’t either. I don’t … I don’t do things like that. Not usually.”“Do you care about what happened between me and Claudia?”My heart skips. No games. “Yeah. I think I do.”He sighs. “You won’t like it.”“Daniel said it didn’t mean anything,” I say quietly. I don’t think I can bear hearing details. Not right now. Not while I’m looking at his handsome face, not while his body is this close. I don’t want to think about Claudia running her hands over him.Caleb touches my hand, skimming his fingertip along one of the blue veins beneath my skin. “Daniel was right. And it’s over.”