Home. Callum knew he was there before he even opened his eyes. It was the smell. The soap his mother used to wash their clothes and bed covers. The cinnamon powder she loved adding to everything she cooked and baked. And daffodils outside his bedroom under the window. Callum drew a deep breath and sighed as grief crept into his heart. He couldn’t stay home any longer. At least not for long. He was relieved he could return here, with Ainsley nonetheless, yet he was saddened as he came to realize something. This was, indeed, no longer home to him.
“What are you thinking?”
Callum opened his eyes. Beside him, Ainsley was lying on his side propped up on his elbow, combing Callum’s hair with his other hand. Ainsley looked absolutely stunning shirtless like that though his face was marred with
