As my fingers curled over his biceps, I tried not to think about their firmness. Tried not to inhale any pheromones and intoxicate myself from his sweater. Callum looked so handsome in the moonlight. My thumb ached to trace his stubble-shadowed jawline. Feel the rasp against my fingertips. Despite the time he’d spent with Hannah tonight, walking home together felt like the conclusion of a date.
