“I feel like I must not have been clear before,” he says against my lips. “So let me be clear now. You want to do this with me?” “Yes.” “Then no matches. No dates. No open for business, even if it’s just for the cameras. Or I’ll kiss you just like that in front of them too. Got it?” “Callum—” “Got it,” I mutter, dazed. “Good.” He lowers me to the ground, and I clutch at his arms, my legs still a little wobbly. “By the way?” he adds. “I’m officially mad at you.”
