The scenario runs through my mind as I lean my head back on his shoulder. “If all roads led to this moment, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.”
He turns my chin and kisses my lips.
The next morning, I wake up in Callum’s bed alone. My body aches in the same way it did after I lost my virginity. My God. I sit up slowly and test my injured arm. It protests but the pain is manageable. We didn’t put on another bandage, but I instantly regret it when I notice sheet fibers are stuck to it. I’mwearing Callum’s shirt. It falls past my thighs, soft and worn and smelling like him. I love it.
There’s music playing quietly down the hall, so I get out of bed and pad down the hall on bare feet.
Callum’s in the kitchen cooking bacon. He’s shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His dirty blonde hair is messy from sleep.
He looks up when I walk in and flashes me one of his beautiful grins. “There she is.”
I stop in the doorway. Suddenly self-conscious about being here. About wearing his shirt. About everything that happened last night.
“Is this okay?” I ask quietly as I sit at the table.
“What?”
My eyes look around the kitchen. His house. His space. “Me being here. What we did last night. Jax and Zephyr. I mean…” I hesitate, starting to get extremely nervous. “Is this... okay?”
He sets down the spatula and walks over to me. He cups my face with both hands. I’m startled for a second as I look at him, but he has a gentle look in his eyes.
“Yeah. It’s more than okay.”
He kisses my forehead. Then leads me to the kitchen island and lifts me onto it like I weigh nothing.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
I feel my face heat. “Sore.”
He grins. “Your medicine is right here. And the food is just finished.”
He serves me breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and toast. Way more food than I can eat.
But I try anyway because he made it for me. I take the pills first, unsure if I’m taking it for my gun wound or my sore pussy. I almost choke at the thought.
“You okay?” He looks over concerned.
I nod with my thumbs up, unable to speak. The pill feels like it’s stuck in my throat. I take another sip of water.
“I’m okay,” I say once my coughing stops.
We eat in comfortable silence. The kind of silence that feels easy instead of awkward. But underneath it, I feel the tension building. The reality of what we have to face when we go back to Jax and Zephyr’s house.
After breakfast, I put on the clothes I brought in my overnight bag. I brush my teeth and gargle water.
Then we’re in his truck driving to Jax and Zephyr’s.
My heart races with every mile that passes.
What am I going to say to them? How am I supposed to explain what I’ve obviously been doing? Am I wrong for wanting this? For wanting all of them?
“So what are we doing?” Callum asks, breaking the silence.
I look at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean with this. With us. All four of us.”
My throat tightens. “I don’t know.”
