“Will you fuck me, Callum?” Her tone is so even and casual, the question makes me flinch. My hand goes to her mouth, the other to her lower back. With one small push, she is sitting on the steps, with me between her knees. I lean her back, her elbows on the top step as I rest my body on top of hers. “Don’t ask me that.” Slowly, I remove my hand from her mouth. “Will you?” She gasps, and I see the desire clouding her features. “Will you love me? Devote your life to me? Marry me? No.
