Meet Callum

“I kissed him.”

“You did? Wait, who? What?” Context would be helpful, but I’m spiraling too freaking hard to do that right now, and I need my best friend to just catch on and catch up. But like the jackass he is, he doesn’t. “How early is it there because it’s two a.m. here and this feels like a fever dream.”

“Stop being stupid and listen…I saw the man of my dreams. Literally. And I kissed him, and it’s all wrong, and I fucked up—”

Sheets rustle in the background because I’m pretty sure Jamie is sitting up now. Jesus, it’s about time I’m in full code blue status.

“Billie.” He says on a yawn. “Make sense right now because I’m using the three brain cells I have left after fucking the girl, who is apparently still in my bed, to death and drinking too many shitty bottles of wine.”

I take a deep breath trying to stave off my dread running my hand through my hair.

“I don’t know how to make it any clearer. I’m grasping at my own sanity right now because the guy I’ve been dreaming about, yeah, he was live and in person today. And I kissed him. On the mouth. With. Fucking. Tongue. But honestly, I can’t be held responsible for my actions because K it was all exactly like my dreams... One minute he was in front of me and the next I’d passed out.”

“Whoa. Bills, you fainted!”

 I wave a hand in front of me like I’m shushing him even though he can’t see me.

“That’s not the lead in Jamie, trust me. When I opened my eyes all six-foot-four of him hovered over me, and I went all foggy and stupid because he has these perfectly brilliant cerulean eyes that compliment his insanely sexy tousled black hair. It’s like he runs his hands through it, and it just finds a way to let me fuck you—”

I hear the huffed laugh on the other end before Jamie interrupts me.

“Are you sure they’re cerulean? Not turquoise or lapis?”

My head falls back eyes on the ceiling before I snap back and at him.

“J I’ll kill you. This is not the time for The Devil Wears Prada quotes.”

“But like you’re there with Vogue…it’s so good. Come on, Bills, it’s funny.”

I can almost picture the look on his face—forehead wrinkle, that shitty charming grin trying to coax me into smiling. But this a 911 situation because I’m either completely off my freaking rocker or…no, I’m completely off my rocker.

“Shut up. Immediately. I’m in peril. We need to game-plan an exit. Maybe I can tie sheets together and shimmy down the castle walls…”

“Hold up, Rapunzel. Are you high?”

“Jamie! Peril!”

He laughs and then clears his throat.

“Sorry. Okay, continue. Cerulean eyes and death by Scottish castle.”

I blow out a breath pacing the worn stone floors.

“He was just so dreamy. I couldn’t help myself because I swear to god he’s the same guy. And I hear how that sounds. But I’d recognize that damn jawline anywhere and the crooked way his smile tilts right and the architecture of his nose— the way it’s built as if he was the model of the gods. I even recognized his scent, Jamie. How? Tell me how.  It’s like his chemical makeup was concocted to awaken things inside that I haven’t felt in forever—”

There’s silence, then J’s amused voice.

“That’s called being horny. Just in a fancy way. Billie, you sound like a crazy person. Maybe just fuck the rando and call it a day or get some sleep because I’m thinking you need it.”

My head’s shaking as my chest rises and falls too quickly before I answer.

“I can’t Jamie….because he’s the fucking fiancé.”