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187 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 20, 2021


I’d seen how intent Callum could be, how focused. I wanted that focus on me, even if there was danger in it. Perhaps especially if there was danger in it. The nice, quiet young men I’d known at home had never excited me—a flaw in my fundamental make-up, I’d always assumed. Callum’s hand around my throat had made me ache in ways I couldn’t bear to acknowledge. The contrast of it…he could hurt me, or he could choose not to.
I wasn’t going to let this go. He’d come so close to speaking to me like a person, not an adversary or an inconvenience or an oddity. I wanted him. I could admit that to myself, here in the near-dark with my own death looming so close I couldn’t even get a full picture of it, since it filled all my senses. But I didn’t know if I could go through with trying to get what I wanted if I didn’t know Callum saw me, Linden. If I didn’t know he could give me some little bit of himself.
That smile he’d given me when I woke up…it really had been like pure sunshine. I hadn’t realized until then how dimmed he’d been ever since I’d known him. And he’d still sucked me in, still taken my breath away. I knew that if he really did go back to normal, if he shone as brightly as he naturally should, I’d be lost. Utterly fucked.
If we had all the time in the world to explore one another, would it always be like this, and like the night before? Callum expertly reading me, knowing precisely what I needed, and giving it to me without hesitation?