CALLUM
Dove and I lay on the grass, having shifted back and now just resting, gazing at the sky above. She had put on her discarded clothes from earlier. I appreciated it, honestly—because I didn’t trust my self-control around her when she was dressed so lightly. I dared not linger on the brief image of her before, fearing what it might stir inside me.
I turned my gaze from the beauty of the sky to something equally stunning. My beautiful mate. She was staring at the sky with a faraway look in her eyes, her hair spread in all directions on the floor as she panted softly through parted lips. It was probably from the little chase we’d had. Though we lay with some distance between us, our legs were pressed together, hers resting on mine.
“I’ve never once asked you…” she spoke, turning away
