I can choose. It’s fate. You know that. We both knew that this would happen from the start. We were just stupid to believe we could walk away with no one getting hurt when the time came. We can’t just turn it off like that.”
He flinches like I just hit him. “So now we just pretend it never happened? That we never happened?”
“No, I’m done pretending.” I say, hoping I’ve not mistaken what Paige had meant earlier.
I know she knows about me and Remy. She’s not stupid. She knows why Remy is acting the way he is towards me and her. Hell, she practically blurted it out in front of Parker.
“I can’t compete with her,” he says, his voice breaking.
“You don’t have to,” I say. “You never did. It’s not a competition, Rem.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not like you, Callen. I don’t know how to share the people I love.”
“You just let me love you, the rest will fall into place.”
His breath hitches, and I see the war in his eyes. Hope and heartbreak.
“I don’t know how to make this work,” he admits.
“We’ll figure it out,” I whisper. “One step at a time.”
He nods, and I feel some of the weight start to lift from his shoulders.
“Will you come back to the house with me?” I ask. “Let’s tell them, all of them. I don’t want to hide us anymore.”
“Parker already knows,” he admits nervously.
“Since when?” I ask, surprised.
“I told him this morning,” he shrugs,
“But he said he’s always known.”
“Of course he did,” I half laugh.
“Then there’s just Ryder to tell, and then we can figure this whole thing out as a group.”
“You’re sure about this?” he asks, his vulnerability clear in his voice.
“I’ve never been more sure. Paige will accept us, Rem. They all will,” I insist, almost convincing myself with how sure I sound.
“Okay,” he nods. “Then let’s go, but Parker is doing the school run with Regina. I want to wait for him before we all talk.”
We walk back together, not touching, not speaking. But this time, he walks by my side, and he doesn’t look like he’s about to run.
**Paige’s POV **
I stand at the bedroom window, frozen.
I hadn’t meant to watch.
I’d just wanted to look out at the trees. To look at anything that might slow the spin in my head after everything that’s happened.
Instead, I saw them.
Callen and Remy.
Kissing…. still kissing.
It’s not just any kiss. It’s a claim. An unspoken promise that I swear I can hear from here.
My stomach flips, confusion and something else twisting through me. I don’t look away. I can’t, because this… this changes everything.
I should look away. I should. But I don’t.
My hand grips the window frame so hard my knuckles ache, but I don’t move. I just watch.
Callen’s pressed against Remy like he’s trying to become part of him, his body firm, claiming and dominant, just like he had been with me last night. Remy’s not pushing him away. He’s not angry. He’s melting. Letting himself be kissed like he’s waited a lifetime for it. Like this is the first time he’s allowed himself to want anything without shame.
Callen’s hand disappears beneath Remy’s t-shirt, and Remy gasps, his head falling back against the tree as Callen kisses along his jaw, his throat, like he’s staking his claim one breath at a time.
I swallow hard, my heart thudding in a way that feels way too close to arousal.
What the hell is wrong with me?
This should hurt. This should feel like betrayal, like proof that everything I’ve been telling myself is true. Callen never really wanted me, not fully, but that’s not what it feels like.
Not at all.
I feel heat crawl up my neck, blooming over my chest and pooling low in my belly as I watch Callen grip Remy’s hip, their bodies grinding together in a way that’s definitely not just friendly.
My breath catches as Remy fumbles with Callen’s shirt, tugging it up and off in one smooth motion. His hands roam across Callery’s bare chest like he’s been memorising him in secret for years and Callen lets him.
I should be disgusted. Jealous, even. Raging. Instead, I feel something tighten deep inside me, undeniable, wanting and growing by the second.
It makes no sense. Callen and I have barely even started. Even so, I should feel replaced.
So why do I feel drawn in?… like I’m watching something sacred. Something real.
Their kiss turns deeper, hungrier, and I flinch, but not because I want it to stop, but because I want to join them.
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