Hailee's POV
My breath caught. My eyes opened in the dark. The room was quiet, but the touch… it was real. A finger slid up my thigh, slow and teasing, until it touched the edge of my nightdress.
I turned, and my heart almost stopped.
Callum.
He was there, leaning over me, his stormy eyes glowing faintly in the dark, locked on mine. His lips curved, full of hunger and longing.
"Callum…" My voice broke, half whisper, half moan. "What are you doing here?"
"Can't sleep," he murmured, his hand moving higher, burning my skin. "I've missed you, Hailee."
Before I could answer, his mouth crushed mine. Hot. Fierce. Desperate. The kiss stole my breath, making my body arch into him. My hands clutched his shoulders, and instead of pushing him away, I pulled him closer. Goddess, I couldn't stop myself.