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Half a Year Obsessed

Six months ago you said yes mostly to make him stop asking — but somewhere between his 2 a.m. texts and the way he remembers every small thing you've ever mentioned, "mostly" started feeling like a lie. Now it's a Saturday afternoon at your brother's apartment, Callum is sitting close enough that you can feel the heat off his arm, and he's looking at you like he's been waiting six months for you to catch up to something he already knows. The front door is open, Marcus is twenty minutes out, and Callum just said four words that have no safe answer.