Ohhh, I think I understand where he’s going with this. “He followed a girl?”
Callum studies me. “Your eyes light up when you get excited. Did you know that?” I try to look away, but he cups my cheek, brushing his thumb across my skin.“You’re so pretty when you blush for me.” I bite my lip, and it feels like my heart is fluttering.
“I’m not blushing,” I lie. I can feel my face flushing,so I know that I am.
“Lies,” he says, voice softer. “But yeah, Sebastian followed a girl to Ireland. It’s more stalker-ish than romantic, though.”
“I don’t even question that, knowing how his brother is,”I say laughing because if Winter wasn’t such a willing participant, Tristan would definitely be panting himself to blend in with her walls to watch her sleep. Hell, he probably does that now.
Callum smirks at me before he says, “I think you’ll get a kick out of this. Even though they’re twins, Sebastian can’t read Tristan. Never could. But Winter can. So Sebastian watchesher expressions to anticipate Tristan’s next move. It’s how he’s wins.”
I blink. “Tristan and Winter are actual soulmates.”
Callum smirks. “Trauma bonded. But soulmates works too.”
Before I can ask more, he laces his fingers through mine and leads me the rest of the way upstairs.
Callum’s room is organized chaos while we’re packing for a literal one night, two-day trip. He opens the closet and starts tossing clothes into a duffel bag.
I help him fold a few shirts, but something dark catches my eye.
A mask.
Black. Sleek. With bright lilac Xs over the eyes and mouth.
I pick it up. “What is this?”
He turns, eyes wide. “Something I’ve imagined using on you a hundred times.”
I turn the mask over in my hands, feeling its weight and trying to imagine what it would look like on him.
“I have a couple friends who are part of a secret society at a different college. They wear these masks for initiations." Callum telIs me, like he’s not sure where to start. “I did them a favor, so they had one made for me.”
“So you’re like…in a secret society?” I scrunch my nose up in confusion, because when would he find the time?
Callum shakes his head, a crooked smirk gracing his lips. “I like the idea of chasing you, Lilac. Dropping you off in the graveyard behind campus. Giving you a head start. Watchingyou slip into the dark, wearing one of those little dresses I hate other men seeing you in.”
I hitch a breath. “Then what?”
He steps behind me, chest pressed to my back, hands grazing my hips.
“Then I show myself. Wearing the mask. Concealing just enough that you’d wonder if I was really me… or someone dangerous.” His hand slides up my stomach, curling around my breast, and he groans against my neck. “I’ve always dreamed of being this close to you. Touching any part of you whenever I want.”
I lean back into him, gasping when he rolls my nipple between his fingers through my top. It feels like he’s stolen my words, but I silently implore him to tell me more, and it’s like he reads my mind.
“In the cemetery,” he whispers, “I’d watch the surprise bloom on your face when I appear. Watch your chest rise and fall with panic and excitement. Your nipples would be hard for me, wouldn’t they? You’d be soaked, waiting to be caught.”
“Yes,” I moan.
He holds my throat gently as our eyes meet in the mirror.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful.”
“Tell me more, Callum. Tell me what’s next.”
He kisses my shoulder slowly. “I have scenarios where I want to be gentle with you. Where I caress you like you’re the most precious thing I’ve ever owned.”
“But in the graveyard?” I ask.
