CALLUM'S POV

I killed the engine, and sat in my car for what felt like hours in front of Gerald's home. My heart was beating so hard, I was scared I'll get a heart attack.

This was a bad idea. Imagine going to ask for advice about your wife from your best friend whom the both of you have insane sexual tension that you've been circling around for years.

Yeah!! A really bad idea.

Bracing myself, I got out of the car, heading to his front door. The worst part was I wore his favourite pants he loved seeing me in - loose flannel.

The soft seam pressed between by...