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I don’t understand the e until I see move before me is a vision--a complete hallucination--of Callan in jeans and a black crewneck T-shirt that clings to hishis hottest

He’s only a few feet away--instead of a whole bunch of states away And he’s hot, a here--his jaw a little shadowed by stubble, his hair rumpled by the wind--and he’s never looked as real

As adorable

As bad-boy sexy and as fucking good

I s the lump that seems to immediately well up in my throat

I want to sprint to him, climb him like my tree house, and move into him as my permanent home

I want to crawl on hiers itch at my sides andbetween us The air around him is testosterone-laden and my whole body feels it, senses it I see it in his eyes as he looks at me the way he used to--with a touch of aleaulp

"Olivia"

His voice, oh god

Oh god oh god

It sparks up a sea of tiny goose bu at his effect on me--always his effect onhand

I’ ne

I take a seat, and he sits beside ot the job at Raddison"

He shifts to his elbows, looking atup at the corners "That’s a pity"

I’m surprised by his comment "Huh? Why?" I scowl at him