Chapter 91 Proud Of You

• I wake up in the morning feeling less bold than I did when I sent those videos yesterday. Dinner was uneventful. Calum was well behaved. He didn’t send another text except to wish me goodnight.
• After final touches to my face, I grab my backpack and head to Calum’s room. I knock once. He opens up with a grin, shaggy hair falling into his eyes. I glance at the stairs first, then whisk his hair from his forehead. Without notice, he drags me into his room and locks the door. Strolling to the study table with his laptop, he bends over and starts typing on it. I pout at his hunched frame. No morning kiss?
• “Feeling better?” he throws over his shoulder.