Page 2 of More Than A Feeling

I smiled tightly at Callum and nodded at June and Titus, who were waiting for me. "After your conversation with Sabine, do you think we need to?"

I was going to miss this man. I was going to miss making love with him. I was going to miss eating breakfast with him. I was going to miss talking with him. Laughing with him.

"I think so."

"Okay. Talk," I challenged him.

"I was comforting her. It's hard for her to lose me."

I folded my arms to protect myself. "Lose you?"

"She's family, Fleur. She's Seamus's wife. She's—"

"Priority," I nodded. "I get it. You've told me that several times. But when you asked me to move in, I thought we were more than just two people fuckin', Callum."

"We are." He leaned against his doorway. His stance was easy, but his eyes were hard, angry.

"I heard what you said to her. You said my moving in was temporary."

He shrugged. "So?"

"So, that's not what you told me when you asked me to move in, Callum. You spent a month convincing me to."

"Maybe we rushed into the living together part," he conceded, and my blood ran cold. I never meant a lot to him. That was clear.

"Well, then, it's a good thing I'm all moved out." I waved a hand at his place. I was on the iron lace porch while he stood in his doorway, larger than life. My love, my heart, my man. But he wasn't mine. He never had been. I'd been living in a fool's paradise.

"Maybe." He straightened. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Why?"

He looked confused. "Fleur, you're moving out, I get that, but that doesn't mean we're breaking up."

He sounded so sure of himself, so confident, that I burst out laughing. It wasn't a happy sound. "You've got to be kidding me. You told my sister I was just sex."

"I said that because she was feeling bad."

"And what about my feelings?"

"No one told you to eavesdrop," he retorted pleasantly. "You did that to yourself. You didn't have to bring my wallet over. You did that because you wanted to interfere in my relationship with Sabine, disrupt it. You were, as always, being selfish when it comes to Sabine."

June took a few steps to get up on the porch to stand next to me. "Say what?"

I placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going off half-cocked at Callum.

"This is between my girlfriend and me." Callum didn't look fazed by her at all. I hated how unaffected he was.

"Ex-girlfriend," Titus cut in from where he stood at the gate. "She's your ex now, fucker. And for the record, she's the most selfless girl I know—so don’t you dare call her selfish."

If Titus thought he could intimidate Callum, well, tough shit.

"We'll talk when you're not so emotional," Callum sighed, as if I were a spoiled child who he wanted to help get over a tantrum.

"No," I said quietly. "This is done. Goodbye."

I turned around with as much grace as I could muster, even though what I really wanted was to accept his terms, take the crumbs he offered, and keep him any way I could. But after eight months of being with him and still feeling unimportant, I was completely wrung out.

"Sabine is your sister. How can you begrudge her my friendship and loyalty?" he demanded, his nostrils flaring. He was finally getting worked up, but on behalf of Sabine, not because I was leaving.

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