“I would tell you this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, but I wouldn't want your head to get too big to fit in the helicopter for the ride home.” “You're the only one my head grows for,” he teases, a breathtaking grin spreading across his face as he stands up and straightens the dress shirt I rumpled. “You’re such a flirt,” I laugh, letting him help me up and shimmying my dress back into place. Callum draws me against his chest, his hands gripping my hips. “This is only the beginning,” he states, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
