Callum and Mia walked back towards the ballroom together. The noise of the gala gradually grew louder as they approached the open floor where the guests had gathered.
“I wonder how long we must have been gone.” Mia glanced around the room. “ I’m sure Chelsea’s probably looking for me.”
She reached into her clutch and pulled out her phone. “I should probably text her before she starts wondering where I—”
Callum caught her arm, stopping her. Mia turned to him, confused. “What?”
“Come back home.”
Mia stilled.
“Come home with me. Come back to your apartment baby.”
Mia’s expression shifted.
She looked at him for a moment, her lips parting slightly before she looked away again. She hadn’t decided. Callum could see it.
“I still need some time to think,” she said.
“I know.”
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