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His lips move desperately against mine.

When I pull away, a smallmewlescapes his lips.

I can’t get enough of him.

“Hush, sweetness. Don’t worry about anything. If she figures it out, she’ll figure it out. And if not, we’ll tell everybody in our own time.”

His eyes are wide and his lips are swollen. He stares at me with an expression of shock.

Finally, Benjamin nods as he begins to take a few small steps away from me.

“Yeah, okay, Callum. That sounds good.”

I bite down on a laugh as he continues walking backwards.

As he turns, and before he can leave my room completely, I find myself calling out for him again.

“Yes, Callum?”

He asks me as he turns back around.

I smile at him as I throw the shirt to my bed and begin unbuckling my trousers. I don’t miss the way that his eyes go there immediately, or the way that he takes a sharp breath in.

“You can stay in the room besides Delilah’s for now. Goodnight, sweetness.”

With a faint smile playing on his lips, he leaves my room.

“Goodnight, Callum.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Benjamin

The following day, after Callum found both Delilah and I standing awkwardly outside of our new bedrooms, he showed us to their dining room as he made us all some breakfast to eat.

Currently, we’re all sitting around the table as we each finish eating.

“I need to use the toilet, is there one on this floor?”

My sister asks Callum as he nods, pointing her in the direction of the toilet.

As Delilah steps away from the table, I sneak another look at Callum from under my lashes. His hair is still a little messier than usual since we’ve all only just woken up, and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. He looks socasuallike this–definitely not like the client I’ve been with, and the man I’ve been on a date with.

The things I’d do to wake up beside him.

“Careful now, sweetness, or you’ll be drooling all over your plate.”

Shit, I’ve been caught!

I can already feel the blush rising to my face.

Clearing my throat, I speak.

“You look good like this–it would be hard not to stare.”

Callum takes a sip of his orange juice before he puts the glass down on the table and replies.

“Don’t I always? And don’t you always?”