Callum and Calista. They’re a perfect alliteration. Even the alphabet is conspiring in their favor. And I’m so bloody jealous. I’m a seething, frothing mess of jealousy. I can’t drag my eyes away from where they’re dancing together. Where she’s touching him. She’s getting to do what I want to do—put her hands on Callum.
Every breath you take / every move you make
