Page 181 of They Are Mine

Totally fucking unraveling inside.

I slide into the seat across from him, lay my purse down gently.

And the bastard?

He smirks. Like he knows. “You get your notebook?”

God, I hate how much I like the lazy drawl in his voice.

I pull it out, place it on the table. Set my pen on top.

“What notes you gonna take, sweetie?” he asks, grinning.

I let out an exasperated sigh. Because fuck him for making me flustered.

“Notes about you.” I flip the cover open with a snap. “Notes I should be taking from across the street. Watching. Learning. Instead of this mess.”

He lifts a brow. “Mess?”

“How do I even know you’re gonna be honest? Be yourself? You already ruined it,” I say.

Callum laughs. Deep. Slow. Like he’s already won.

“You’re a little unhinged, aren’t you?” He leans forward, dragging his fingers across the table toward me.

I don’t flinch. I don’t move away.

But I feel that touch everywhere.

“You want to stalk me?” he asks.

My breath catches.

Not at the accusation. At the way he says it.

Like he finds it funny.

Like he likes it.

Like he wants me to.

“I don’t like that word,” I say.

“What word do you like?” he asks.

I sit up straighter. Smooth my hands over my lap. Recover. “You should know what you’re getting into before it’s too late.”

He watches me. Slow. Calculating. “Oh, so you gonna tell me what I’m getting into before it’s too late?”

His smile is so fucking sexy.

“That’s not how it works,” I say.

He leans back in his chair. “What you want to know?”

I tighten my grip on my pen.

I want to know what it feels like to bite your lip.

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