MILLIE'S POV
Callie found me in the kitchen an hour after they'd returned from the park, staring at a cup of tea I'd forgotten to drink.
"So," she said, hopping up onto the counter. "You slept with him."
I nearly dropped the cup. "Callie!"
"What? It's obvious." She gestured vaguely at me. "You're glowing. Your hair's a mess. And you have that look."
"What look?"
"The 'I just had incredible s*x and my entire world shifted' look." She grinned. "I've seen it before. Usually in movies, but still."
My face burned. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Liar." She tilted her head, studying me. "How do you feel?"
I opened my mouth to give some flip answer, then stopped. This was Callie. I didn't have to pretend with her.
"Terrified," I admitted quietly. "And happy. And confused. All
