CALHOUN'S POV.
I arrived from work and now stood staring at my reflection in the mirror. A horrible reflection, if I’m being honest.
Shirt-sleeved designer top, sweatpants—comfy, but sloppy. I looked like a total mess.
I was supposed to meet Steven at the Vibes Club tonight, but honestly… I wasn’t even sure I should go. I needed something, anything, to take my mind off Madeline. It had been weeks..or was it months?..I couldn’t even tell anymore. Part of me wanted to admit I missed her. But the other part? The part that hated admitting weakness, that prided itself on control… I wasn’t sure if it was missing her I felt or just being entangled in the mess she’d made of me. I’d never felt this way about anyone, and definitely not a woman. It was pathetic, lame even. And now it was worse be
