DOVE
I shuffled as fast as I could away from him without actually running, I had wanted to be away but not too far in a foreign place I had no idea of.
My chest burned painfully as tears pricked the back of my eye, fear and heavy disappointment latching onto me with every breath I took. I felt so stupid. So incredibly stupid that I couldn’t have seen it sooner.
Callum must definitely had wanted us to stay platonic mates. Why else would he not so much as kiss me intimately on the lips. But instead just a brush of his lips to my temple and to my wrists. Both of which makes me melt like goo inside but that shouldn’t be just it.
Did he not want me the way I wanted him? Did he not desire my closeness the way I craved his? Was I simply too delusional to believe we could become something mu
