Callie
I could still feel him, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d said my name.
And now he was acting like we could just exist in the same room without thinking about it.
I sat on the couch, curling one leg under me, sipping the coffee like it could wash away the taste of him.
It didn’t work.
He followed a minute later, sitting in the chair across from me, one ankle resting on his knee. He didn’t say anything, just watched me.
It wasn’t fair, the way he could make my skin heat without touching me.
“You’re staring,” I said.
“You’re avoiding looking at me,” he countered.
I set the mug down harder than I meant to. “Because when I do, I remember exactly how you sounded when..”
“Callie.” His voice was a warning.
I ignored it. “...and exactly how you felt when…”
“I said stop.”
I sm
