But Callum just wants to be with me.
He makes me feel different, not like a problem to solve, like he wants to know me for me.
“You know Madison fooled me last night,” Callum says.
“What do you mean?”
“She talked to me all night last night. I thought it was you.”
I raise my brows, surprised. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” He pauses. He plays with my hair. “I blocked her.”
That makes me chuckle.
He reaches down and lifts my chin. “Fuck, you’re cute, Tiger.”
I blush hard.
He licks his lips. “Can I get your number?”
I laugh quietly, shoulders shaking. I chew my bottom lip.
He kisses me and whispers against my mouth. “Give me your number, cutie.”
“I shouldn’t,” I say. “My dad goes through my phone.”
He whispers against my lips. “I have the perfect solution. Give me your phone.”
I hesitate before handing it over, curious about what he’s going to do.
He creates a new contact, enters his number, and types in the name “Callie.”
Then he texts himself.
I smile. “You can’t send me selfies,Callie.”
He tickles my ribs. “I’ll send you whatever I want.”
I grab his hand to stop him. Then I’m kissing him again.
This time it’s more serious. Hungrier.
Suddenly I’m underneath him. Feeling every part of his body pressed against mine.
Including the part growing between his legs. He gently presses it against me, and a surge of desire rolls through my body. I jolt in reaction.
I pant, trying to breathe.
“Sorry,” he mutters, pulling his hips back.
I sit up and drink some water.
He touches his forehead. “Tiger, I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “Don’t be.”
“You’re...”
