CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Sutton
“Stay in bed,” Callahan murmurs against the top of my head when I startle awake.
“It’s early. Where are—”
“I’m going to drive my brother to the airport.” A soft kiss on my lips. “When I come back, I want to find you in exactly the same place as you are right now.”
“Callahan.” I sit up and stare at his silhouette in the open doorway. He turns to look at me with a soft smile. His hair is wet and wavy from the shower.
He nods ever so slightly, almost as if to tell me, yes, he is coming back.
And even though I know he is, I stay staring at the empty doorway long after I hear the front door shut.
I put my fingers to my lips as if I can still feel his kiss. But I don’t need to touch them to feel it.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. Or him.
With a sigh, I flop back on the bed and wrap sheets that smell like him around me.
You get one hour to feel sorry for yourself, Sutton. One hour to be angry at yourself for waiting so long to let this happen. One hour to cry about what’s never going to be.
You knew this going in to whatever this is.
You knew he wasn’t staying.
You knew he wasn’t a keeper.
Then why is the little voice in my head saying, “But you knew all this before you really knew him at all . . .”