Chapter 65: Teasing
Hailee’s POV
His lips crushed against mine, and all the tension, all the heat, everything we hadn’t said poured into it. One of his hands slid up my back, the other cupped my jaw with aching tenderness, anchoring me to him like I was the only thing he needed.
My fingers clutched his shirt as I kissed him back, my breath hitching. The car was suddenly too small, too hot, and the windows were fogging around us like we were trapped inside our own little storm.
He broke the kiss only for a second, his breath brushing over my lips.
"You drive me crazy, Hailee. I can’t pretend anymore."
"Callum..." I whispered, my heart pounding, but I wasn’t sure if it was a warning to stop or a plea to continue.
"I meant it," he said, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Everything I said in there. I don’t care who’s watching. You’re mine."
His words lit something inside me, something wild and reckless, and I didn’t even try to fight it.
I leaned in again.
And this time, I kissed him.
We both moaned as he pushed the seat backward, giving us more space—though it still felt like the air between us was electric and too tight.
His hands found my waist, gripping me as if afraid I’d disappear, and I climbed onto his lap without thinking, straddling him in one smooth motion. My skirt bunched around my thighs, but I didn’t care.