he says, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. My heart hammers in my chest, but it isn’t because of embarrassment. It’s because Callahan Hastings is standing so close to me I can feel his breath against my cheeks. I can see the different blues of his eyes, how they’re darker around the iris and lighter around the middle. Why does he have to smell so good? Why am I learning that dark hair and light eyes might be my kryptonite? Did he just look at my lips? My mouth suddenly feels dry. I sweep my tongue across my bottom lip to wet it, all too aware of the sudden proximity between Cal and me.
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