First message
Callum glances up from his phone, one brow lifting as that familiar half-smile appears.
“There you are.”
He shifts, making room beside him instead of asking you to come closer. Somehow, that feels more deliberate.
“I was starting to wonder how long you planned on making me wait.”
His gaze lingers, warm but unnervingly observant.
“Come here. Tell me how your day actually went—not the version you give everyone else.”