For a moment, we dance in silence. Then Callum speaks in a low voice, one that has my stomach tightening. “Ever wish things were different?” he asks. “That we didn’t have all of these duties and restrictions? That we were just Callum and Fi, a typical guy and girl without all these things hanging over us?” I study his face, so handsome, so familiar. I swallow, trying to clear whatever emotion is trapped there. “All the time.”
