“I’ll walk you to the door,” I say, as if my apartment was big enough to ‘walk him to the door.’
We step toward the entryway while Dad sinks onto the couch, switching on the TV with a contented sigh.
“Thanks for having me over,” Callum says. “Well, guess I kind of invited myself.”
I chuckle, hugging my arms. “No worries. We had enough to feed the entire team. I’ll be eating leftovers all week.” I clear my throat, staring at the floor. “And thanks for coming all this way to bring me my earring.”
“It’s no big deal.” His voice is soft, almost gentle.
Our eyes meet, and the air between us grows heavy with something unspoken. The memory of yesterday surfaces—the heat of his hands on my back, the way his lips moved tenderly over mine, how my heart thudded in my chest like it might explode. What if we were to kiss again?
Something sparks to life in his eyes, and his gaze darkens with what looks like desire. Could he be feeling this too? Does he want to—
“Aaaachoo!”
We both jolt as my dad sneezes, loud enough to rattle the lamp on the console table.
“Bless you!” Callum calls out, smirking as he glances over his shoulder.
“Well,” he adds, his voice dropping again as he turns back to me. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I nod and squeeze the door handle, needing something solid to keep me grounded. “See you tomorrow.”
I close the door softly behind him, pressing my forehead against the wood for a second. Darn it, Dad—of all the moments to sneeze.Now, my mind is spiraling even faster than it was this morning. With no sign of stopping.
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Forum Thread:Princess the Pig – Update!
@fur-ever_homes_usa:
Big thank you to everyone who shared Princess’s story, especially @callum&fergie for posting that slideshow. We’ve been absolutely inundated with calls, emails, and messages—so many that our poor office phone line briefly gave up this morning. We’re still sorting through them all, but we’re hopeful this surge of interest means our royal diva will find her forever castle very soon.
@callum&fergie:
Glad I could help. Hope the royal pig gets her happily ever after.
@puppymom89:
Honestly, I don’t even need a pig but I was this close to calling. Look at that tiara!
@catdad12:
Imagine explaining to your cat that a pig in a diaper is moving in. Chaos.
@fur-ever_homes_usa:
We’ll keep everyone updated. Thanks again for all the love for our little diva pig.
Chapter 24
Millie
Callum and I barely see each other the next couple of days. The team is preparing for one of their biggest matches of the season—an away match in Liverpool tonight—and they’ve been training like their lives depend on it. We crossed paths a few times at the training pitch, or when I was filming practice, but we didn’t really talk. There was always someone around, and he was focused on his practice.
Now, I’m standing by the team bus, filming the players as they load in for the drive to Liverpool. Each of them says something tothe camera—Wade gives a thumbs-up and says something inspirational, Finn makes a joke about Liverpool rain, and Archie, of course, starts dancing and waggling his eyebrows like we’re heading to a party.
Callum is one of the last to emerge from the training centre. He offers me a subtle nod, his lips twitching like he’s trying not to smile, then hands his bag to the bus driver, who stores it in the underfloor compartments.
