Three weeks later…
The last block of midterms is done, and our final papers and presentations have been presented and/or handed in.
So I’m not sure why Callum’s invited me over to his place in the middle of the day, like we’re going to study together or work on a case together. I’m not sure what I’m in for, but the lead in my belly is telling me something different.
“Hi,” I chirp, putting way too much enthusiasm in that one syllable as Callum opens his front door for me. I’m about to take a step inside and balk when he actually steps out into the hall. It’s stupid, how it makes me instantly suspicious about what’s going on behind that door. “Uh, hello?”
Callum swallows audibly, and that queasy feeling in my belly multiplies as my heart stutters to a stop.
“I wanted to talk to you out
