Caleb's POV
He laid on the couch reliving the moments that had just past. Kissing her holding her, being with her, it made everything feel right. He felt his eyes slowly close, waiting till he could see her again.
She smacked him across the cheek as she kicked his leg. He sat up hoping to see the eyes of his blonde beauty, but instead saw the stern eyes of her mother.
He followed close behind her and she marched upstairs waiting for her daughter. In only a matter of minutes she had arrived. He watched as the fight began, but luckily slipped out before tensions became too high.
He was unsure, unsure of when he would she Hanna again, unsure of when he could hold her and unsure of when he could tell her. Tell her that he loved her and tell her that he never wanted to be without her. As he thought of his lost love he heard it, his name and her voice. He turned seeing her running towards him, she jumped throwing her arms around his neck and pulling her close he picked her off the ground.
He didn't know why she was here, or how she was here but he didn't care all he cared about was seeing her. He held her hand as they walked together. He sat on the grass stroking her hair, as she rested her head on his legs. He smiled as she pulled his shirt bringing his lips close to hers. "I love you" he thought to himself
Why couldn't he bring himself to say it? It was true, it had been true since the first time he met her. It had been true from the moment her saw her. But why couldn't he say it?
"Hanna" he whispered in between kisses "I"