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“I’m being reckless, impulsive... crazy. The stunt on the balcony, I mean seriously, Bex, what the fuck was that all about?”
“You’d have been fucking dead if he’d have lost his grip,” she said. “Just be grateful you got your period and let it go, it’s the least of your worries now. You two are all in. It’s a collision of needs, baby, two people wanting more, and veering across the road and back before they find what works.”
“Sounds poetic. I think he makes me crazy.”
“Maybe he does. Is that bad?” Her eyes twinkled, and I just knew there was so much more she could be saying.
“Part of me thinks it’s bad. Part of me can’t live without it.”
She shuffled up, leaning in conspiratorially even though we were the only ones there. “Talk about him, I want to hear all the loved-up crap.”
I took a breath, then glugged back some wine. “I’ve never met anyone like him. He doesn’t have the same filters that I have, doesn’t have the same massive list of shit he feels he can and can’t do. He doesn’t second guess himself, and sure as hell isn’t worried what everyone thinks of him, or how he looks, or how he appears on social media. He’s refreshingly unrestrained.”
“And...” she prompted.
“And he’s wild, and raw, and aggressive... he’ll take what he wants, when he wants it. He doesn’t live in fear of convention. He doesn’t hold back.”
She smiled. “And...”
I sighed. “More?”
“Keep rolling, baby.”
“And he’s deep. He’s a beautiful tragedy. A beautiful savage. The way he looks at the world, the way he paints... the way he loves.”
“Now who’s poetic?”
I whacked her with a cushion. “Told you I was fucking crazy.”
“You’re not crazy, baby. You’re in love.”
“Thatisfucking crazy, Bex. How can it ever work?”
She sighed, putting her glass down. “Please don’t take this where I think it’s headed.”
“My job... my family...”
“Can all get stuffed,” she cut in. “You either love him, or you don’t, but make that decision for yourself, not for anyone else. The kid’s got some issues, but he’s a good kid, Sophie. Don’t kick him to the kerb for the sake of lousy bloody convention, you’re fucking better than that.”
I really hoped so.
***
I sat bolt upright in bed, heart thumping. My ears strained, battling through the clouds in my muggy, alcohol-impaired brain. Casey was growling in the darkness, staring out into the space beyond the door.
I sighed in relief when I heard the knocking. Casey’s tail brushed my arm, wagging like crazy, and her growls changed to whines as I padded to the doorway.
“Callum?”
“Yeah.”
I opened the door, glancing at the oven clock. “Jeez, it’s gone four a.m.”
He brushed past, brooding, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Aside from saying hello to Casey he didn’t utter a word, just pressed up against the doorway, staring. I could feel his eyes on me, gorgeous and feral. An old cotton nightshirt really hadn’t been the most flattering choice of sleeping attire, but I hadn’t been expecting him. I wrapped my arms around myself.
“What happened?”
He shook his head. Shrugged.
