Callan’s POV
I’m outside of my parents house again, going through the same b.ullshit as last weekend just to gain entrance to their property. I’ve managed to avoid Mackenzie all week, I actually bribed Elijah to do the lunch run all week just so I wouldn’t have to walk past Sweet Temptations where the most tempting thing in the world is.
Every damn night I’ve jacked off in the shower to thoughts of the woman I absolutely cannot get close to before downing the obligatory amount of alcohol needed to sleep without dreams.
My head is thumping this morning, I overdid it last night, went to a bar in the hopes of picking someone up, thinking I could maybe find another face to replace the one that haunts me. Trouble was that every woman who approached me had the wrong look, the wrong smell, the
