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“You’re too cute sometimes.” Callum tries to argue, but I hold a hand up and he quiets down. Huh, so that does work. I’ve seen him do it before, and those around him tend to zip it when he does. “But I wanted to discuss our show. How deep are you into the fourth season?”
We’ve become addicted to a horror show based in America with storylines that seem to always intertwine with a previous season. It’s addicting, and our thing. We try to watch an episode together every night it’s possible, and two or three when he’s here between my being bent over and displayed for him.
“It’s good…isn’t it? And I haven’t watched any without you.”
“Bloody brilliant, you smart lad.” My British accent sucks, and a second later he’s laughing so hard, Callum snorts. “I heard that.”
My sing-song mocking makes him stop, fake glare in place now. “You heard nothing.”
“Yes, I did. You snorted!”
“Prove it.”
“Maybe I—”
“Who you talking to, chick,” Aurora asks, and my eyes widen while Callum rolls his eyes. “You’ve been in here a while.”
“Be right out. It’s Giannis.”
“Giannis?” Callum gives me an almost insulted expression.
“Since when are you so close to him?” Aurora taps her fingers on the door. “You two dating?”
“No.”
“Okay…” she drags out the word while Callum tries hard not to laugh “…well, I just wanted to tell you that London needs to see the eggplant dress within the next few minutes. Malcolm’s on his way to steal her away for a late lunch. And yes, before you ask, I know you’re hungry and getting bitchy. I’ll stuff you full the second we get out of here.”
“You freaking better. Your treat, too.”
“Deal, but hurry up.” Her feet move away from the dressing room, the sound becoming fainter and fainter until I hear nothing at all.
Leaning against the wall, I let out a sigh. “That was close.”
“Tell her the only stuffing you take is from my cock.”
It’s my turn to snort. “Seriously?”
“Yes. My cock and nothing else.”
“So possessive,” I hiss low, before blowing him a kiss. “Call you later?”
“Aye. Behave.”
30
Destiny has a way of showing you it can’t be tampered with. You will end right where you’re meant to be, and I’ve never been more sure of this than I am now.
The traditional wedding march fills the church and guests stand, watching a beautiful woman walk toward her future, but they’re not the ones I’m focused on.
No, right now I’m watching my best friend smile and shiver as a man with a familial resemblance to Callum mouths words I can’t quite make out. Anyone with a pulse can feel the electricity that flows between them.
He’s her person. Her lobster.
Stubborn woman. How could she try and fight that?
“They’re being fresh,” Callum chuckles from his seat beside mine just one pew behind Malcolm’s closest family members. Another sign that fate is a persistent, all-knowing bitch. Without our knowledge, London sat us next to each other, and it’s been a blessing and a curse. I’m happy, but keeping my true emotions hidden is nearly impossible when the man I love is currently running his pointer finger across my wrist, his touch gentle. He smells so good; I’m fighting every instinct in me to lean over and kiss him.
“My guess is they kissed and made up.”
