“Maybe we should…” Callum trails off, as he pops a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Oh, God. Oh, this is not good. This is…” He swallows, grabbing both our plates. “Don’t eat that. We’ll have cereal.” “I’m sure it’s fine!” I say, laughing as I try and take my food back. “I’d like you to maintain any attraction you have toward me for a little while longer,” he says, dumping everything in the sink.
