Chapter Forty Six
Haunted
I had just gotten out of the shower after a long day with Clay. My very first shower of the day, actually. I was so incredibly lucky to even be able to shower today. I was exhausted. The kettle in the kitchen was on, and screaming since I got in the shower, so I put on my robe and went to check after it as I dried my hair with another towel. I would have to blow dry it before going to bed tonight, so I placed the other towel over my shoulder.
I made tea and right when I reached for the sugar, a noise came from Callum’s room. I didn’t see him last night or this morning.
I walked in and found him in the middle of taking off his suit. His tie was halfway on, a few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and his hair was disheveled. He looked like he had it worse than me today and I had to spend the whole day wearing a shirt that was covered in Clay’s vomit.
I walked in slowly, his head was down in his hands as he sat at the edge of his bed. “Cal, you okay?”
I asked as I approached him—and as I approached him, I finally started to notice the bruises on his knuckles, the red cuts and the blood on his hands.
“My god!”
I placed my hand over his as I traced my fingers over his bruises to examine them.
He sighed then looked up at me.
“What happened?”
I asked, gasping as I noticed the bruise on his left eye.
He didn’t say a word, he simply grabbed my waist and moved me closer in front of him and dropped his head against my stomach.
My eyes widened with a couple of blinks as my hands flew up with surprise. I didn’t want to pull away, but I also didn’t know what else I could say or do. I hesitated but slowly dropped my hand over his head and dug my fingers under his hair. He was warm and his hair was soft and silky, like I could run my fingers there for hours and never get tired of the feeling. And it seems like Cal liked it too because he let out a deep groan like he was completely relaxed under my touch.
“Cal?”
“Sweetheart.”
I bit my lips as I shuttered, “what happened?”
He sighed as he tugged me against him, burrowing his head deeper against my stomach as I caressed and played with his hair.
“Cal?”
I whispered again.
“Nothing, sweetheart,”
he mumbled, turning his head to rest his chin against my stomach, “nothing at all.”
My eyes pleaded with his blue ones as I tilted my head to the side. “Cal.”
He pouted as he furrowed his brows.
I shook my head because there was no brushing this off.
“What happened?”
He pulled away and held the bridge of his nose. “I got into it with Christian, but I invited Ardley to trick or treat with us tonight.”
My brows furrowed as I tensed. “what? Wait—how did you get in a fight with Christian?”
He shrugged.
“Did you win?”
I asked shamelessly.
He grinned, pulling me against him by the waist, “c’mon, baby, do you have to ask?”
He chuckled.
I chuckled, shaking my head in the process. Callum pulled me into bed with him and I laughed even harder. It was a ticklish laugh, so addictive at the moment. My voice rang with laughter as Cal flushed my body against his and held me tight on the bed. He shoved his head into the crook of my neck as he laughed, and it felt so ticklish I could barely breathe.
It felt like my body was closing in on me the harder I laughed.
“You’re beautiful,”
Cal whispered against my skin.
That got me to stop laughing. But I was still smiling, frozen in that state as he held me.
“You’re addictive,”
he murmured, like it was actually happening, like he was getting drunk or intoxicated by me.
“I love seeing you smile.”
I could really feel him against me, it was so much more different now. I was reminded that Cal was a man. He was warm and strong, and he felt so fucking good against me. My back was still flushed against him, and he was still buried into my neck, so each word or each breath from him softly tickled my skin and raised goosebumps all over me—the feeling drilled into my head and body. It was soft and warm, and it made me tighten my legs together.
He moved his hands from my waist and started playing with the strings of my robe. I bit my lips as I closed my eyes. I could feel his hands on me, moving around—he wasn’t doing anything that could induce the feelings that were pouring right out of me, but it was happening anyway.
“It’s like a…”
he moved behind me as he adjusted himself, “a beacon of light and the sound of a sweet melody,” he said. I could feel his smile against my skin.
With Callum, I was both lost and found—a paradox only he could solve.
“I can imagine,”
he nudged for me to turn around to face him, and I did. I bit the inside of my cheeks trying not to say anything because at the moment silence was my new best friend.
I could just look into his eyes as he held me.
My brows furrowed as my eyes softened. I reached and touched his cheek, slowly tracing his bruised eye with the tip of my fingers. He didn’t wince or flinch, he moved closer to me.
“I can imagine…”
he continued, “who I become when I’m with you.”
I released a small soft breath as our eyes locked, his were searching mine like he wanted me to say something he wanted to hear—something I wasn’t ready for or something I wasn’t even sure I’m capable of saying.
“My mother doesn’t really think much of me, my father thinks my life is a complete joke, Ardley is drifting, to them I am all and the same and nothing at the same time, but—”
“It’s different with me,”
I finished his sentence.
He smiled softly, “yes.”
He leaned in and our noses touched, “you’re my person. My favorite person.”
He brushed his fingertip lightly along my arms, tracing small patterns that made me shiver.
“And that has nothing to do with the fact that you want to kiss me, right?”
His gaze dropped on my lips as he smiled, biting his own lips. When he looked up again to meet my gaze, they were playful and filled with lust, “yeah,”
he rasped out, “I do want to kiss you.”
My brows furrowed as I shook my head, realizing he missed my question and only heard what he wanted to hear.
“Don’t move,”
he murmured.
I froze like I was suspended in time as my breath hitched and my heart started racing. I hadn’t realized we were that close…In bed…In my robe, nothing else underneath.
Callum slowly leaned in with his eyes leveled with mine, it was the most intimate moment I’ve ever felt. I knew what was going to happen—it felt like I could read his thoughts by just the look in his eyes.
I squeezed my eyes shut when his breath fell on my lips, then I felt the drop of his weight pressed against my cheek as a soft, gentle kiss. Then his lips dropped on top of mine, pressing a small gentle kiss that certainly carved a mark on my soul because I felt it—I felt that fire inside of me. Before he could break away from our kiss I grabbed his collar and pulled him in again with another kiss, this time it was more than just a soft tender kiss.
Something stirred deep inside of me, his touch, his kiss, did something to me—it awakened my hidden desires.
I wanted to bury myself deep inside of him to carve out his soul and somehow make him mine forever.
I gently pushed my tongue into his mouth. He sighed and pulled the string of my robe, his hand dipping down to my waist and caressing my skin like he was exploring my figure.
His fingertips were like fire on my skin, I couldn’t help but squirm.
Cal broke away from our kiss as he flipped me back on the bed. I was lying flat on my back while he held himself up on his elbow, practically hovering over me.
“What about me? Am I your favorite person?”
he asked with a teasing look as his hand cupped one of my tits.
He caressed me, then twisted my nipple—still holding his eye contact with me, waiting for my answer. My chest heaved as I tried to control my body’s reaction to his touch.
I bit my lips, suppressing my moans. “You can be…”
He hummed as he dragged his eyes over my body.
He leaned back down, flushing my body against him into an embrace. He held me so close against him I could barely breathe, my lips grazed his ear as I moaned. I couldn’t think straight, his scent was intoxicating, and he was warm, he felt strong and…I really enjoyed touching him.
“As long as you keep making those sweet, sweet sounds, sweetheart, I won’t mind being the last person you thought of,”
he said as he kissed my neck. My body shivered as his hands trailed down from my spine to my ass then he gripped a handful of it as he buried his face deeper into the crook of my neck and sank his teeth into my skin. I groaned as I fisted a handful of his hair.
“Though, I’m not made of steel, love,”
he said as he licked the spot.
A frail gasp escaped my lips, I wasn’t sure what for—the way he was touching me and holding me certainly earned that gasp, but I was hungry from more, I wanted more—maybe it was out of desperation for more.
“I like your hands,”
I whispered, my voice was so hushed I could barely hear myself. I didn’t know why, but the thought of Christian’s blood possibly still being stained on his knuckles turned me on.
But he did hear me, I knew he did because he pulled away a little and cupped my face with his bruised hand as he stared into my eyes.
His eyes were low and sultry. I didn’t know how it was possible, but Callum Oakes was turning me even more on with his eyes. That desperate look in his eyes.
I blinked as my brows furrowed. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, his scent engulfed my senses, making me even more desperate to keep him close than ever. Callum was sexy in a way I’ve never seen before—any man I’d been with before, it wasn’t like this—no they felt more meaningless every second I spent looking at Cal.
He was beautiful, even with the faint bruise under his eye—it wasn’t bad, it was just a pinkish colored spot on his face. If anything he looked like he got out of that fight without a scratch. It made me want to be there…to see Callum in action beating up that piece of shit called Christian.
Would I be this turned on if I was there or would I freeze in fear?
Something told me it would be the former. It didn’t matter now anyways, because Callum was in my arms, rather, wrapped around my fingers, looking at me like he felt the exact same way, and judging by that thick bulging in his pants he did. My eyes sliced up to meet him again as I swallowed.
I succumbed to him, by just the look in his eyes, it made my breath hitch, it made my stomach feel unsteady. And fuck, he turned me on.
He was smiling…so sure of what he wanted. It wasn’t fair, to have his smile affect me this much—was not fair.
“Don’t smile at me.”
“Why not?”
“It turns me on.”
He grinned and before I rolled my eyes his lips softly met mine. My body melted into his as I gripped his collar for dear life.
It was exactly like we’d been underwater this whole time and we just came up for air. I couldn’t get enough of him. No matter how much I kissed him it wasn’t enough, and it seemed like it was exactly like that for him. I could tell by his actions.
He took charge and placed his roughed-up hand around my throat and rested his thumb on my chin, opening my mouth wider for him. He kissed me deeper, thrusting his tongue to meet mine, and when he did, he sucked it.
I moaned into his mouth, probably choking him by how hard I was holding his collar, but he didn’t seem to care because he was playing with my skin, my lips, my tongue.
He licked my bottom lip with a soft sigh, then bit my lip.
He pulled away a little, immediately searching for my eyes. His were soft and needy, mine were probably glossy and impatient. I broke our eye contact as my gaze dropped down and watched his bruised hand slowly hike up my thigh. His calloused fingers felt like he was proposing a claim on me, and I wouldn’t have minded if he left a mark everywhere just to prove I was his because I wanted to do the same to him. I looked up again as my lips parted open, still anticipating his next move because he hadn’t stopped looking at me.
“I want you,”
he said, then slowly, like he couldn’t resist himself he leaned down, still holding eye contact while he softly kissed my lips. He pulled away again and waited for my response. All I felt was his absence. I sighed softly, on the verge of asking him to kiss me again.
My lips parted open as my brows scrunched together, I nodded.
He bit his lips then kissed me again, “say it, love.”
I breathed, “I want you—”
He cut me off with another kiss, his hand trailed on my shoulders as he fully took off my robe, I followed his lead and quickly unbuttoned his shirt then took it off.
Our kiss was sloppy, we were moving so much while trying to undress each other that we couldn’t even kiss properly but I enjoyed every second of it.
I really loved his hands, the way they felt rough on my skin. He wasn’t afraid to touch me, or to take charge. And I wondered how much it hurt to use his hands and squeeze me, it must’ve hurt, his knuckles were bruised. He needed to be treated and here I was thinking about how good it’d feel to ride his fingers.
He dipped his head into the crook of my neck and started licking my skin while I gasped for air.
I smiled, realizing his tie was still on. I moved to take it off, but he beat me to it and took it off himself. He pulled away and sat up completely. Before I could complain about the sudden movement my eyes landed on his shirtless body and I immediately shut up.
I knew I was right—he fucking looked delicious—and to test that theory, without thinking, I pulled myself up and practically threw myself at him then started kissing his skin.
Callum sucked in a breath, probably taken by surprise. I could feel him stare down at me as I slowly licked him from his V line to his chest.
“Fuck.”
He groaned, the sound was desperate like it came from the very back of his throat and he hadn’t even thought about it until he made the noise.
“Juliette,”
he moaned.
I had to hold back my grin, I was becoming Cal’s undoing. I licked his abs and kissed him as I looked up at him with heavy hooded eyes, and yes, like I thought he would be—he stared down at me with parted lips. He had that proud lustful look in his eyes that told me exactly what he was thinking. Good girl.
Without any warning he gripped a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. He was smiling, completely happy, but that needy look in his eyes probably wasn’t going anywhere until he fucked me.
He leaned down and kissed me as he groaned.
“You’re so,”
he kissed me, “beautiful—” he kissed me again, “and sexy.”
I grinned as we kissed, living off his praise and compliments.
I grabbed his belt and started undoing it. Callum finally released my hair and grabbed my hands instead. He held both of my wrists with one hand and pinned my arms above my head as he brought me back on the bed and laid me down.
He finally pulled the tie off around his neck with one hand, “can I?”
I immediately nodded.
He titled his head to the side, “say the words, love.”
I licked my lips, “yes.”
Callum tied my wrists together with his tie. And I was hungry—hungry for him to finally take me, hungry to feel his heavy weight on top of me, hungry to hear all his moans and groans.
He hovered over me, showering my skin with kisses. My cheeks, my neck, my shoulders, my chest…It felt like I was being rewarded for good behavior.
“Let’s try it,”
he said against my skin.
I looked up at him as he slowly ran his fingers against my waist, trailing goosebumps with his touch. His hands were bruised and roughed up, my skin tingled and I was getting wetter by the second.
“What?”
I muttered.
“A relationship,”
he replied as he leaned down, kissing my stomach.
I sucked in a breath as I closed my eyes, still reeling from that sensitive sensation. My brows furrowed once his kisses stopped, I opened my eyes to find him looking at me, probably waiting for an answer and I had forgotten he even asked a question in the first place.
“Why are your pants still on?”
I deadpanned, “that’s not fair.”
Callum looked up at me, semi-serious, semi-amused, “sweetheart, if I take my pants off…there’s really no going back.”
“Good.”
With a satisfied smile he pulled himself up and took off his pants. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of him. His broad shoulders, his muscular arms, the veins down his waist. Watching his body move as he took off his pants alone was a mouthwatering show.
And God.
I gasped and he grinned even wider—almost too proud of himself, or completely in love with my reaction.
Callum was bulging hard. His cock pointed straight forward out of his boxers. He was really hard, so much so I thought he wouldn’t last a single second inside of me because of how bad I could tell he wanted this.
My eyes widened as I tried to blink.
“Now we’re even,”
he said as he spread my legs open and crawled in between them. He slowly trailed his hand from my calf to my thigh. My back arched with the actions, and I tried to pry my legs shut but he spread them wider and licked my lower stomach.
He hummed with his eyes locked with mine as he trailed his tongue to my chest.
My brows furrowed and my eyes softened as I moaned. I was hot all over and his hands felt so fucking nice. My heart was racing and I could barely think straight.
I wiggled as I tried to free myself from the restraint but that wasn’t working out too well.
“Just think about it,”
Callum said as he twisted one of my nipples with his callous fingers.
There was arousal pooling between my legs and I could feel it leaking down the mattress.
I closed my eyes shut. “You inside of me?”
That’s all I could think about honestly. “It’ll feel so fucking great.”
“That too.”
Callum chuckled, “but us in a relationship,” he said as he dipped his hands in between my legs and slid his fingers in my pussy. He didn’t insert his fingers yet, he was playing with my slit, coating his fingers with my wetness and teasing my entrance…Like this was a test of some sort, I said yes, he’d reward me and let me ride his fingers and if I said no he’d probably pull away and untie me, put my robe back on and send me on my merry way. Unsatisfied. Although that would be a complete travesty—but thinking about it was still hot as fuck.
“Tell me how much you want me,”
he demanded. His tone was needy and raspy. Almost like he could beg me at any time.
Me…the one who was tied up and completely naked before him seemed calmer and more collected than Callum who was in complete control. He looked like he was losing it, feeling his own fingers against me, listening to my moans, watching the way my body was getting worked up for him—it must’ve been driving me crazy. He really needed me.
The sultry sound of my wetness while Callum touched me and my shallow breaths filled the room.
I moaned as he burrowed his face into the crook of my neck with his fingers circling my clit, “I can feel it…”
he said quietly in between my breathless moans, “fuck, you’re really wet, sweetheart.” He licked my neck then leaned up to press his lips against my ear, “but I want you to say it.” He took my earlobe between his teeth. I gasped as my body arched and he pushed two fingers inside of me.
I didn’t have any time to recover, I was breathless, completely losing my mind as he thrust his fingers inside of me.
My eyes were still closed but I could feel him stare at me…Almost like he was admiring me in this state.
“Say it, baby.”
I sucked in a breath as his thumb circled my clit and he thrusted his fingers deep inside of me at a deliciously slow pace, he was doing that ‘come here’ motion with his fingers.
“I want you inside of me,”
I finally murmured in a hush tone.
My eyes slowly opened as I moaned and his lips fell on top of mine as he rewarded me with a sloppy kiss, swallowing my desperate moans.
He pushed in another finger inside of me—my body tensed and I clenched my hands into fists as my brows furrowed.
“Good girl,”
he mumbled against my lips as he swallowed my gasp as he kissed me even deeper. He sucked my tongue as he groaned feeling my walls tighten around his fingers.
I was close. He must’ve known because he kept the pace and touched my clit more delicately, and his tongue played with mine. I didn’t think I’d ever felt this good. It was like Callum knew what I liked, how to make me feel good, without asking simply because he wanted to please me.
“Oh my god,”
I groaned softly.
“Come so I can fuck you better, sweetheart,”
Callum said as he licked my lips, then kissed me before I could have the chance to moan. He pulled away again and started staring at me closely. Our nose brushed.
“I want you to come on my fingers—“
The hands he had beaten Christian with.
“I want you to come on my tongue.”
I moaned loudly as he slowly picked up his pace and kissed the side of my mouth.
“Then I want you to come on my cock.”
My brows furrowed as I felt my stomach curl—
“Callum?”
a new voice from outside his bedroom called out.
Ardley’s voice to be exact.
I froze as my eyes snapped open in horror.
Callum slowly shook his head and placed his hand over my mouth and kept up the same pace as before. It felt even better now that I knew he wanted me to come while he talked to his brother on the other side of the room.
“In here,”
Callum shouted back.
My brows furrowed as I bit the inside of his palm. Callum hissed, still thrusting his fingers inside of me.
I just didn’t want him to give Ardley the wrong idea by saying ‘in here’ because it would be very traumatic for Ardley to see us like this. He would have to go straight to a therapist.
Callum leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I just want you to feel good, sweetheart,”
he smirked, “all you have to do is keep quiet.”
I nodded as I focused on the feeling again.
“Just getting ready,”
Callum said.
My eyes nearly rolled back as I tried to suppress my moans with Cal’s hand over my mouth.
“Listen man, I can tell you like Juliette.”
Callum grinned, looking at me as I came around his fingers, panting uncontrollably.
The universe must’ve been playing a joke on us to have Ardley come in just to lecture Callum about liking me. Considering the fact that he was just fingers deep inside of me, I thought Callum liked me plenty.
“You don’t have to feel uncomfortable about it because of me, or the…baby,”
Ardley slowly said, my brows furrowed watching Callum lick his fingers in front of me while his brother was nearly pouring his heart on the other side of the door. Well, it seemed like he was giving us permission to date.
“I think it’s a good idea,”
Ardley continued.
Callum somehow got himself in between my legs while Ardley kept rambling, clearly licking his fingers clean wasn’t nearly enough. He had to lick me clean too—
My breath hitched as I made a loud, squeaky sound. I was far too sensitive for Callum to have his tongue on me already, but he immediately lapped his tongue over my sex, and I shook uncontrollably, trying to free myself from my restraint and trying to clamp my legs shut. Callum sent me a concerned look, warning me to keep quiet. Obviously, I was still shaken up from my fresh orgasm, and way too sensitive, but Callum didn’t seem worried about it at all, he was just focused on eating me.
“You okay?”
Ardley asked on the other side as his footstep picked up behind the door.
Oh my god. Was I the only one worried he might walk in here?
Callum pulled his head up, “yeah, I think I got hairspray in my eyes,”
he dipped his head in between my legs again and continued to eat my pussy clean while I bit my lips struggling not to scream for my life.
“Anyways,”
Ardley continued, “it’s a good idea. You two should look out for each other.”
Callum licked my pussy clean, my thighs, my lower stomach, anywhere he detected my wetness really. When he was finally done, he untied my wrists and kissed the side of my head as I panted. I guess he wasn’t going to try to fuck me while his brother stood on the other side of the door.
That was the line.
Would it be bad if I said I was disappointed he didn’t try to fuck me?
I thought so.
“Thank you for coming,”
Cal said out loud as he grinned.
I looked up at him through hooded eyes as he pulled his pants back on, I tried not to laugh at the double entendre as I covered my face with a hand, trying to suppress my grin.
“Of course,”
Ardley replied dryly.
Strangely, I agreed with Ardley. Clay wouldn’t remember any of this. Not in a million years, it was pointless, and I was getting tired. I was tired the second we reached the third house, knocked on the door, performed the whole ritual of trick or treating, and endured the strange looks we got because we were three grown adults strolling around with a newborn baby pretending like we weren’t going to be the ones to eat the candy later.
But now, by the time we made it to the end of the neighborhood, I was tired—the moment was dragging, but I couldn’t do anything but exchange long knowing glances with Ardley because that’s all we could do. We couldn’t tell Cal to stop, not in a million years. Not when he was happy to push around Clay‘s stroller—he was the one speaking on behalf of Clay it seemed, he received the candies and thanked everyone. And every woman who passed by told him Clay was a cute baby. He smiled and gave me all the credit. He was really happy. I didn’t want to be the monster to do that to him.
I’d already done enough.
“I’m leaving soon,”
Ardley whispered over my shoulder.
Callum was only a few feet ahead of us, he was clearly more excited to do this with Clay.
“What?”
I glared at him.
“It doesn’t feel right, Juliette, all the lying—it’s pointless, my house is so empty without Celeste—my life.”
He sighed desperately as he clutched his chest with his hand, “my life is empty without Celeste. And everything at home reminds me of her—her absence,” he continued as he pursed his lips together, “I’m leaving.”
My heart was broken for him, to hear all of that but I was also feeling uneasy because of the mess I’ve created.
“When are you leaving?” I asked.
He shrugged, “soon.”
“You guys alright?”
Callum’s voice made my stomach drop and I immediately nodded.
“Yeah,”
I said as I glared at Ardley. A look that mostly meant a warning to him.
I finally looked at Callum who was too distracted to notice the tension between Ardley and I.
“Okay, last house guys!”
he said as he turned the stroller on the walkway, “remember, we’re making memories!”
“Yeah,”
I murmured under my breath.
The party at Molly’s was a hit. And not because they were playing Tame Impala. Everyone was dressed up like we were at a college Halloween party.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. And thanks to Ava I was now a part of the impressively dressed up people group.
After trick and treating I drove to my store to grab the Halloween costume Ava said she left behind for me, she said we’d be matching and for some reason I thought it would be in a Thing 1 and Thing 2 sort of way and not sexy, ass-showing nurses. I already told Callum I’d meet him at Molly’s—the only reason why he didn’t come with me was because he wanted to make sure Florence was all set with Clay.
I guess I made it here earlier than him. I fixed the little cap on my head then tried to pull my mini skirt down, but it wasn’t budging. I finally gave up and went over to the bar.
I ordered a glass of water because I was still nursing…I sighed at the thought. I was a sexy nurse, thinking about nursing. I glanced down and looked at my boobs, the small top was obviously too small, my breasts were nearly spilling out. I forgot to mention to Ava that my size in shirts or tops had changed since I became a mother.
I sighed as I finally looked away and grabbed my cold glass of water and pressed it against my lips as I looked around the party.
We had sexy vampires, sexy zombies, sexy wolves and bunnies, and any profession you could list off the top of your head—but make it sexy.
I was truly, truly, truly impressed.
“You said you’d take care of it, Christian!”
I almost spit out the water in my mouth but held back and forced myself to swallow. My brows furrowed as I realized it was Amber I was accidentally eavesdropping on.
All I heard was Christian and I was immediately on my feet carefully following her to the ladies’ bathroom.
Amber got in one of the stalls. I didn’t, I stood still by the door and listened carefully.
“No, no, no, I’ve been keeping tabs on her for months, and I’ve told you literally everything—”
She went quiet. I wanted to hear what he was saying on the other side of the phone so badly.
“You fucking imbecile!”
she screamed.
“He’s in love with her. It’s over, even I can see that—if only you acted sooner, but now it’s too late,”
she sighed, “it’s way too late, Christian.” She continued, “there’s something else you should know, about—”
My phone pinged and my heart dropped as I quickly silenced it.
“Wait. Hold on a second,”
Amber whispered, and I didn’t hang around to get caught. I bolted out of that bathroom and joined the group of sweaty people that were dancing to Iris by Pastel Ghost. I stood still in the crowd as the beat of the music synchronized with everyone else but me. I only felt that deep feeling of impending doom as my world started falling apart.
It felt like everything around me was burning. Or maybe this was all a fever dream. Something strange I’d miss when I woke up. I slowly blinked, still processing the fact that Amber had been spying on me for Christian for months now. Long before Christian even came to town.
How could I have been so stupid?