Page 101 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

The February airis crisp as we step onto the balcony of Rosewood Hall. The soft glow of lanterns from the gardens below casts a warm light over the stone railing.

The scent of roses lingers faintly, even in the dead of winter, and the memory of our second first kiss at this place hits me like a wave. A light breeze wafts through my shorter, newly cut hair. It feels good to have lost all the extra weight of those locks.

Callum’s hand is warm in mine. As has been the constant since we got back together almost a year ago, his grip is steady and his presence is unwavering.

His thumb brushes over my knuckles, which anchors me to this moment. He looks out at the gardens, giving me the perfect vantage point to admire his beautiful profile against the moonlight. The crooked smile that still drives me crazy tugs at his lips, and his mask dangles from his free hand.

"What's got you smiling like that, Mr. Reid?"

"Being here with you has me feeling all the feels. I'm happy. You make me happy, Sienna."

"Déjà vu," I say, tilting my head toward him.

He glances down at me, his grin widening. "Except this time, I know who I’m kissing."

I laugh softly, leaning into his side as his arm slides around my waist. "You make it sound like you’ve been kissing masked strangers all over the place."

"Just one," he says, his voice dropping slightly as his gaze locks on mine. "And it worked out pretty well."

Before I can respond, he leans down and his lips brush mine with a warmth that chases away the cold air. It starts soft, a familiar sweetness that pulls me closer, but when his hand cups my cheek, it deepens, sending a rush of heat through me that has nothing to do with the night.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. His breath is warm against my skin. "Still my favorite kiss," he murmurs, his voice rough but full of something that makes my chest tighten.

I smile, my hand trailing lightly over his chest. "Mine too."

The lake glimmers in the distance, the trees swaying gently in the breeze. "It’s hard to believe it’s been a year."

"A hell of a year," he agrees, squeezing me tighter against him.

And it has been. In just twelve months, everything has changed.Legends Never Die, Callum’s debut album, was released at the end of August. And it didn’t just do well—it blew every expectation out of the water.

Five songs hit number one, and his name has dominated the charts for months. And then there’s the tour—his first national tour. Ollie and I have been by his side every step of the way.

We made the decision to pull him out of public school for the tour and I’ve been home-schooling him between concerts. He is thriving and having this opportunity has allowed us to help him explore all kinds of different things as we tour the country.

"Still can’t believe you didn’t see this coming," I tease, glancing up at him. "Five number-one hits? Sold-out shows every night?Legendsisn’t in the title for nothing."

His grin widens, and I can’t help but smile back. "I still can’t believe the producers let me sneak the bonus track, "Legend," in at the last minute," he says, his voice full of quiet pride. "It was the only way I could get it on there—just a bonus track. No one expected it to take off like that, least of all, me. It was more of a declaration to you."

"It’s not just a bonus track, Callum," I say, shaking my head. "It’s the best track on the entire album."

"You’re biased," he says with a chuckle. "You’re just saying that because I wrote it for you."

"And you’re deflecting," I shoot back, nudging him lightly. "I couldn’t believe you slid that in without me knowing about it. You’re such a romantic."

He shrugs, his grin softening into something more vulnerable. "I didn’t tell anyone. Not until the album was done. I wanted it to be a surprise."

I tilt my head, a playful smile tugging at my lips. "Well, you nailed it. But you didn’t have to make me cry in front of a room full of people the first time I heard it."

His hand tightens around mine, his voice quieter now. "I want you to know, always, how much I love you."

I knew the song was special the first time I heard it. It’s raw and haunting, the kind of track that lingers long after the music stops. But more than that, it’s a declaration—a piece of his heart, laid bare for me and the world to see.

"I love it," I say softly, my chest tightening. "And I love you."

He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I’m still waiting for someone to pinch me. But you know the best part?"

I tilt my head, feigning ignorance. "The money? The fame? The screaming fans?"

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