Page 65 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

Looking forward to seeing you tonight. I've missed you.

I hesitate, and Brooke notices immediately. My stomach is in knots because I miss him, too, but I'm not sure if I should let it continue.

"What’s that face?" she asks, tilting her head.

I sigh, holding up the phone. "It’s Callum. I'm supposed to meet him tonight. I was planning to tell him... you know, about this mess. And that I couldn't see him anymore."

Brooke narrows her eyes and crosses her arms. "Well, luckily we talked and you came to your senses. You're going to meet him, have an amazing night, and then fuck his brains out. Right?"

"Am I?" I say more to myself than to her. "Honestly, Callum doesn’t need this shit in his life. He’s already got enough going on. He's trying to release his first album."

"Sienna." Brooke’s voice softens, and she places a hand on my arm. "Listen to me. You have the weekend. Ollie’s with Marcus. This is your time. Use it. Have fun with Callum. Be happy for once."

"And when Ollie’s back?" I ask, my tone more cautious now.

"Then you keep it low-key," she says, shrugging. "You’re not sneaking around—you’re protecting your peace. There’s a difference. But don’t cut Callum off because of Marcus. That’s exactly what he wants you to do."

Her resolve is almost infectious, and for a moment, I feel like I can breathe again. I glance back at my phone and type out a quick reply to Callum before shoving it into my bag. And I smile to myself.

"Fine," I say, standing and grabbing my coat. "But if this all blows up in my face, I’m coming for you."

Brooke smirks, tossing back the last of her drink. "You’re welcome."

Antica Pesa

115 Berry Street, Brooklyn

6:57 PM

My heart poundsagainst my ribs as my mind still replays Brooke’s words.Have fun. Use the weekend. Don’t let him win.Easier said than done.

But then I spot him.

Callum is sitting at a table near the window. His leather jacket has been replaced with a sensible sweater and his signature tight jeans. He has one hand wrapped around a tumbler of amber liquid.

Slightly jostled hair is a perfectly curated mess, like he’s been running his fingers through it all day. Be still my heart.

The glow from the overhead light catches on the edge of his jawline, highlighting the stubble. He looks... good. Too good. Like a memory brought to life and sharpened with time.

The stress, the frustration, the tangled knot of Marcus and everything else—it all slips away the moment my eyes fall on him. He notices me before I can duck behind a passing waiter, and his lips curve into that easy, familiar smile that used to make my knees weak.

Still does.

"Sienna," he says, standing as I approach. His voice is low and warm and cuts through the noise like it’s meant just for me.

"Callum," I reply, my own voice softer than I expected.

He steps around the table and brushes his hand lightly against the small of my back as he gestures for me to sit. The touch is brief but electric, a current that runs straight to my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"You look incredible," he says as I settle into my chair, his gaze steady but soft.

I laugh, shaking my head. "I feel like a train wreck."

"Well, you don’t look like one," he says, sitting back down and resting his elbows on the table. "I've needed you this week."

There’s something in the way he says it, like he’s really seeing me, and I feel my cheeks warm under his gaze.

For a moment, I let myself relax, sinking into the warmth of the room and the quiet pull of him sitting across from me.

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