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“You didn’t tell me you got this,” I whispered.
“Wanted to show you in person. Do you like it?”
I brought my hand up to touch it but stopped myself. Callum caught my wrist and placed my palm over the tattoo.
“It’s almost a week old. You can touch it as much as you want,” he said.
My eyes finally flicked to his. “This is intense.”
He flinched, but only slightly. “It is.”
“You’re intense.”
His nostrils flared. “Not a surprise.”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not.”
“I need you to answer me. Do you like it?”
“I don’t—” He stiffened when my eyes fell back to the tattoo. It was pretty. The lines were crisp. The design was clever. Almost sweet, especially among Callum’s harsher, more Gothic tattoos.
No, it wasn’t almost sweet. It was the single sweetest thing I’d ever seen. The shock was wearing off, replaced by tenderness. I leaned in and touched my lips to the skin beside the W, just in case it was still sore. Callum groaned and cradled the back of my head.
“I like it,” I murmured into his skin. “I missed you, baby.”
He curled around me to hold me in his arms. “Never gonna get enough of you. I needed you under my skin for everyone to see. But you were already there. Always been there.”
“Same for me, Callum.”
“Not freakin’ out?”
I breathed a laugh. “I did for about a second, but I got over it really fast.” And slipped even deeper with him.
We left a few minutes later. If we’d stayed a second longer, we would have ended up in bed. Once we were in bed tonight, we weren’t leaving.
And we had a party to attend.
Bodyguards checked our names on the list and allowed us to enter Saul Goodman’s palace. The lights were dim. Music and conversation filtered through the air. The grand, open living room wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either. As we wandered through the crowd, I recognized face after face. This party was a groupie’s wet dream.
Callum and I stopped at one of the bars—oneof the bars! There were multiple freaking bars—and continued wandering with drinks in hand. I nearly spilled mine when I heard my name shrieked from behind me.
“Wren Anderson, oh my god!”
Callum and I swiveled around, finding Adelaide Goodman stomping toward us with an old, bulldog-faced man on her arm. I really hoped that was her dad and not her date.
“Hey, Adelaide.” My smile was genuine. She was a ray of absolute sunshine day after day, always stopping by my desk to gossip and shoot eye daggers at Natalie. I had definitely added her to my list of friends. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”
“Same, girl.” She and her old man stopped in front of us. “Dad, this is my work bestie, Wren Anderson. She’s an angel and brightens up the lobby every day. Wren, this is my dad, Saul. He’ll probably tell you to call him Mr. Goodman because he’s a dick like that. And Dad, I’m one-hundred-percent sure you know Callum Rose, Wren’s towering, hottie boyfriend.”
Saul Goodman didn’t even flinch at his daughter's evaluation of him. “Welcome to my home, Wren.” That was all I got, which was fine. Saul didn’t give off the best vibes. I wondered how Adelaide could have possibly come from him. “Callum Rose. What a pleasure to have the recluse of The Seasons Change in my home.”
Callum tipped his head and pulled me flush to his side, his arm wrapping around my back. “Thanks for having us. This’ll count as my once-yearly sighting.”
Saul boomed with laughter. “No one told me you were funny, Rose.”
Callum stared back impassively. I filled the silence with a giggle.
“He makes me laugh. Always,” I said.
