(Callum)
The moment the door closed behind Clara, I knew I had just destroyed whatever remained of my self-control.
For several seconds, I remained exactly where I was, staring at the empty doorway as though she might suddenly reappear and give me an opportunity to undo the last five minutes of my life.
She didn’t.
Of course she didn’t.
Reality didn’t work that way.
Actions had consequences, mistakes had consequences, and what had just happened was far too significant to be erased by wishful thinking.
I dragged both hands through my hair and turned away from the door, but that only made things worse because now there was nothing to distract me from my own thoughts.
The kiss replayed immediately.
Every second of it.
Every reckless, selfish, unforgivable second.
For months, I had
