Since Callan and I had hit third base, things had definitely heated up between us. We had such a need to be around each other that we were even getting a little reckless. Making out after his sets at the pub in the corner, holding hands at Variety, looking at each other with utmost lust at band practices. It’s almost like we wanted to be found out.
“Could you be any more obvious about wanting to hop on Callan’s d**k?”
“Vanessa!” I exclaimed, hitting her arm. I was grateful that the music was way too loud for the others to hear us over.
“What? It’s not like you’re trying to hide it.” She said. “And Callan is looking at you like you’re an ice cream cone on a hot day.”
“Well he sure does like to lick me.” I said before I could stop myself.
“Oh my god, are you guys f*****g?” Natalie whis
