This could backfire, it totally could, with the way Callum always seems to keep himself apart.
Do I care? Not really.
Then again, my heart’s beating hard enough that it’s like I sprinted up too many flights of stairs, and I’m struggling to catch my breath. My palms are clammy around the presents that I bought Callum and Luna, my hands a little slippery around the handles of the bags I’m carrying. My toes are icy in my boots, and my breath rattles in my lungs, but s**t, I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna. I just need to convince my body that this is the way to go.
convinceCallum deserves this.
I’ve been on the receiving end of many a Valentine’s Day gift—usually as a placating booty call gesture that was nothing more than chocolates, but hey, they were chocolates. This is different, very diff
