Callen POV
Everything was perfect… or so I thought.
“I can’t do this,” Mayson said, sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at his entwined hands. I stared at his back, confused and sad. I’m confused because I don’t know where I stand with him, he is all hot and seductive one second and then cold the next. And I’m sad because he doesn’t talk to me… I don’t know what is going on inside his head, and it leaves me in a place I don’t want to be.
“Mayson, what is going on? Did I do something wrong?” I asked, sitting up on the bed and moved to the edge to sit next to him. Mayson shook his head lightly but didn’t look at me.
“We can’t,” he said, and for the first time he looked at me and I saw the tears in his eyes.
“Why not?” I asked, taking his hand, but he pulled away from me and
