Hailee's POV
The moment I shut the door, I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding.
For a second, I couldn't walk. I just leaned back against the wall outside Callum's apartment, my heart racing like I had just run a mile.
What the hell just happened? That kiss… the way he held me… the way I kissed him back.
I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. I told myself I needed to get to work—but then I remembered.
My phone. Damn it. I'd left it on the kitchen counter.
With a sigh, I turned back, trying to pull myself together. I knocked once. No answer. He was probably in his bedroom and didn't hear—so I opened the door slowly.
The place was quiet. Too quiet.
I stepped inside, heading toward the kitchen when I froze.
A sound. Low. Rough. A moan.
I paused, eyebrows furrowed. Then I heard it again… clearer this time, echoing softly from the bathroom.
My name. He was moaning my name.