CALLIE'S POV
Renan's apartment was smaller than I expected. Neat, efficient, with minimal decoration. Very him.
"Sorry about the mess," he said, though there was no mess to speak of.
"It's fine." I set my purse down on the small table by the door. "Renan, we need to talk."
He tensed immediately. "That's never a good way to start a conversation."
"It's not bad." I turned to face him fully. "But Leo's right. We've been dancing around this for too long."
"Callie..."
"I love you." The words came out steadier than I expected. "I said it in the car because a three-year-old called me out, but I'm saying it now because I mean it. I love you, Renan. I have for a long time."
He stared at me, and for a horrible moment, I thought I'd made a mistake. That I'd misread everything between us.
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