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Tears streamed down her face as she tried to fight off the pain. She reached into her pocket and took out her phone. Then unlocked it and pulled up Graham’s number. Her eyes were firmly set on the steering wheel before she pressed the green button to call him.

It rang twice before he answered. “Hello.”

Peyton didn’t answer, but rather, she sobbed.

“Peyton, are you okay? What’s wrong? What did he do to you?” Graham’s voice was heartbreaking. She hated that she was this weak, this scared of the past, that it affected her present.

“I can’t get out, Graham,” she cried.

“Out of where, Peyton? Tell me! Where are you?” he asked in a desperate yell.

“I want to see you, but I can’t. I keep seeing their faces. I keep seeing the wrecked car. I can’t get to you.” Peyton placed her forehead on the wheel and cried.

It was too much. She didn’t think. She just needed to be at the farm. She needed her friends.

“No, don’t think about them like that, Peyton. I’m here. Think of your parents with you and laughing. Don’t think of the accident. Please. Please don’t,” he begged, sounding like he himself was about to cry.

“I can’t get out of the car, Graham. I can’t get out. Help me, please. I need you.”

“Madilynne, call Callum right now!” he yelled. “I’m here, Peyton. I’m here. I can’t get to you.”

“Why?” Peyton asked in a small voice.

“I’ve been drinking. I didn’t think you’d want to see me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told Madilynne that I wanted to see you. I’m getting Callum, okay? You’re not going to be alone. You’re never alone. I’ll be here until he gets there.” He was trying to calm her, but Peyton could still hear the fear in his voice.

“He’s not picking up!” Peyton heard Madilynne cry out desperately.

“Try again!” Graham roared. “Don’t slip, Peyton. I don’t want to see you go into that state again. You’re strong. You’ve been strong. Don’t shut down on me.”

Darkness started to encroach, attempting to suffocate the light around her. So she closed her eyes and concentrated on his voice. Her heart pounded violently against her chest and her breathing was gasps as she tried to inhale enough oxygen to calm her body.

She felt her phone slip from her fingers and she whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She was afraid of the darkness that was swallowing her. But she wanted the pain to stop, so she welcomed it. She’d let it win. She was too tired to fight.

“It’s okay, Graham. I have her now.” His voice sounded so close, but she knew he wasn’t. Physically, he was, but emotionally, he was too far gone. “No, don’t worry. Sober up. I’ll stay with her. I won’t leave her alone tonight. Make your time with Mads count. I’ll let her call you. Okay, bye.”

Peyton squeezed her eyes, seeking the light. She’d spent years fighting the darkness. She didn’t want it to win. But the loneliness enticed the darkness. It fed it temptation.

“Pey, I’m here. Let me take care of you.”

Pey.

She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the Volkswagen logo. His nickname for her drew her out of the state that she’d been falling into. She couldn’t look at him, though. Her heart had bled too much pain. It had been denied too much from him. Her heart decided that it no longer needed a filter.

“I’m in love with you,” she confessed. “Don’t you see that?”

Callum placed a hand on her thigh. Peyton looked down to see the cherry blossoms poking out from the long sleeve top he wore. Then she dropped her hand from the steering wheel and placed it on top of his. Her fingers slowly stroked his until suddenly Callum flipped his hand over and threaded his fingers with hers.

“Look at me, Peyton.”

She turned her head and saw those grey eyes full of pain and relief.

“Let me take you inside. I’ll take care of you.”

Peyton’s eyelids fluttered once and she nodded. Callum stood up and reached over, unbuckling her seatbelt. Then he crouched down and pulled out the key from the ignition. He gave her a reassuring smile before she looped her arms around his neck and he pulled her out of the car. As she held him tightly in her arms, he used his body to close the car door and then carried her up the steps to the front door.

Her car sounded as Callum locked it and she rested her head against his collarbone.

“I think I left the door unlocked,” she said quietly.

He bent down and, from under her, reached for the doorknob. Then twisted it once and the door opened. Not saying anything, he walked into the house and kicked the door close behind him. Looking up, Peyton stared at the way his eyes roamed over the dark and quiet house. The confused expression on his face was like he was thinking of where he should put her.

“Bedroom,” she said, answering a question he hadn’t voiced.

He looked down at her and nodded. The way his eyes flashed gave her a glimpse of the person he was hiding from her. She had confessed that she was still in love with him, but he hadn’t said a word. She had known he wouldn’t. But her heart had needed the relief that came from expressing those words. It had liberated her.

Callum walked them to her bedroom door and pushed it opened with his shoulder. The moment they stood inside, he made his way to the bed and laid her on it. From head to toe, his eyes slowly swept over her. Then he inhaled and exhaled before his eyes met hers.

“I have to confess something and I want to say it right. Tell me yes,” he said as he pulled the shirt over his head.

Peyton sat up the moment his hands were on his jeans. “Yes,” she breathed out and sat on the edge of the mattress.

“Thank you,” he said as he undid the button of his pants.

He gave her a smile that warmed her aching heart. She wanted whatever he could give her.

Peyton’s fingers reached her silk blouse, but Callum’s hands were on hers and stopped her. He didn’t say a word as he unbuttoned the top she was wearing and pulled it off her body. Her breathing was embarrassing. No sequence, just pants of anticipation.

“Stand up for me,” he instructed, and Peyton did.

She felt empowered the moment he got on his knees and dug his fingers into her hips. The sight was one she’d mark as one of her favourites. His hands left her and trailed the side of her body until he reached the knee-high boots she had on. He slowly unzipped one boot before pulling it off her leg and then the other. Then he stood back up and wrapped his arms around her waist as his fingers found the zip of her skirt.

Callum held his breath as he pulled the zipper down. The control in his eyes snapped, and she could see the desire in them. She would beg him if he tried to stop this. She needed him like she needed the next breath of air to enter and relieve her burning lungs.

He pulled down her skirt and said, “Lie back, Pey.”

Her knees went weak at just the sound of that three-letter name. She took a step back and sat on the bed. Callum’s pulling down of his jeans and underwear caused her to freeze. He noticed her staring, but she didn’t care. He was glorious and beautiful. And for however long this lasted, he was hers and she was his.

He stepped forward and kissed her deeply. The feel of his lips on hers caused her to ache all over, needing him. Then his hands made their way to the clasp of her bra, and in one swift move, he had it off her. Peyton moved back on the bed before he softly pushed her on the mattress. His tongue passed her lips and found hers as they stroked, kissed, and sucked. Fighting against each other before conceding defeat. Over and over until his hands reached the side of her underwear. Then he broke from her lips as she lifted her hips for him to take off the last piece of clothing she was wearing.

The moment he threw it on the floor, he settled between her legs. Then he propped himself on his elbows as he stared at her with a look she hadn’t seen in years.

Next, he kissed her lips once before the tip of him was at her entrance. Holding her breath, she expected him to thrust straight into her. But he didn’t, so she waited. Peyton wet her bottom lip as she kept her eyes focused on him, wondering.

Callum took a sharp breath in and studied where their bodies almost connected. He lifted his stare back at her. The sweet glint in his eye had made her heart beat harder in her chest.

“I’m confessing to you this way because, the moment I’m in you, I’m the most fragile. I’m the truest form of me when I’m in you, Peyton. I’m at my weakest when I’m this connected to you, emotionally and physically. This is the right way to show you how true and honest I am.”

She felt him tense, so she reached up and held his arms, making sure that he knew she was right here with him. Then she nodded her approval before he slowly entered her. It was achingly slow, but she loved it nonetheless.

“In this moment, right here and right now,” he said, pushing himself farther into her.

She bit back the need to close her eyes. She kept them open, memorising him and the look of utter pleasure that consumed his face.

He was halfway in when he thrust hard into her, making her gasp. “I’m in love with you, Peyton Olivia Spencer.”

“Say it again,” she whispered.

Her heart hadn’t found a way to operate its basic function. He’d said it. Words she’d never expected, words that had been meant for this moment and words that were about now and not the past.

She expected him to pull out and enter her again like last time. But Callum rested his forehead on hers for a moment before he drew back to see her.

Still inside her, he whispered, “I’m in love with you, Pey. I’ve always been in love with you. Then and now. Forever and always. I love you.”

Instead of protecting her heart, she brought his left wrist to her face and let the tattoo of her name touch her lips before she placed it on her chest and above her heart. Then she closed her eyes and allowed the pulse from his wrist to touch her chest. His heart beat for her, as did hers for him.

Peyton opened her eyes and said without reserve, “I love you, too, Callum.”

S
he softly stroked the back of his head as he slept. Inhale and exhale, his breathing was constant and steady. Each breath he let out touched her chest. Callum had fallen asleep resting his ear to her heart.

Four times.
That’s how many times they’d made love. Each thrust, each digging of her nails into his flesh, each groan and moan had made it difficult for her to breathe. Peyton wasn’t sure how her heart had functioned after he’d said that he was
in
love with her. Not then, but now.

“I’ve spent the last four years in hell. Life hasn’t made sense since you.”

They were the words he’d whispered before he’d fallen asleep. Peyton had closed her eyes and let them brand every cell in her body. She believed him. Callum’s being inside her as he confessed his love was something that she hadn’t been able to imagine. It had been powerful, moving.

And it had also been heartbreaking. They’d made their ending even more difficult. She’d known that the moment that he’d let those words be heard. But she had seen the freedom in his eyes when the truth had been revealed.

Peyton continued to run her fingers through his hair as she stared at the ceiling. She’d been up for most of the night, terrified that he’d leave her or that it had all been a dream.

Callum Reid is my nightmare, my dream come true.

He’s my sometimes and my forever.

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