Chapter 94 Tangled Sheets

• Watching Calum talk about his songs is like listening to a kid go on about his favourite toy. He lights up in ways I’ve never seen before and my heart pumps way too fast, way too hard in bliss. He stops talking and my hands sink into the bed.
• The hand holding his music note drops to his side. Calum walks away from his desk to kneel before the bed. His blond curls are a shade darker, damp with sweat and excitement. My legs lower to each side of his body. I finger comb his hair and smile.
• “You need to stop looking at me like that,” he says. His clammy palms slide up my thighs and I tug on the roots of his hair. “Or I’ll take you to bed now.”