“I wake up every day and try to remind myself you’re off-limits. That you’re a Calloway, and I’m a Montgomery, and it’s not possible for me to touch you, or want you, or imagine how good it would feel to wake up next to you.” My eyes burn and my fists clench at my sides. “So why say it, then? It just makes everything harder.” He exhales slowly. “Because I’m tired of pretending like I don’t feel you in everything I do.”
