“I need a reasonable explanation as to why you left.” He was standing right in front of me, my emotions a wreck, as I fought back the urge to run into his arms, hug the s**t out of him, claim his lips, and ask him how he had been. To raise his shirt and check if his wound had worsened or healed… I can't believe my body reacted so hitched so badly, craving the closeness I could get, but I tried to control whatever feelings were brewing. Like his father had said before I left, this bond was forced, and yes, it is. It was never meant to be. Callum just needed someone to talk some sense into his head.
“It’s clear, Cal. I left for good this time. We can’t just keep playing around with you thinking we can make something good out of a forced union.” His hand came to the door, holding it back, ca
