Brianna

“Tell me you are done with me, Brianna or I am just going to keep coming back.” Callan whisper-yelled into my ear.

He is good at sounding disconnected when he needs to, he either sounds angry or disinterested. That is how he expressed himself, but this was slightly different than that. Though, I couldn't pinpoint what was different about it, I squeezed my eyes tight close but he couldn't see them anyway. I had placed my forehead onto his chest and his hand was cupping my head, pushing my hair away.

“Are you done with me?” He asked again because I hadn't responded since he asked the first time....