Callum's POV
What I just said to her was nothing but the truth. I can't imagine myself with anyone else apart from Hailee. I loved this girl—If only she could see it through my eyes.
Inhaling deeply, I leaned back against the couch, forcing myself to stay still when every instinct in me screamed to close the space between us. To touch her. To show her that I meant every damn word I'd just said.
Her lips parted, and for a second, I thought she was going to tell me to stop. But instead, she let out a shaky breath.
"Callum… you don't understand," she whispered.
I tilted my head, my eyes locked on hers. "Then make me understand."
She shook her head quickly. "It's… complicated."
I gave a humorless little smile. "You think I care about complicated? Hailee, I grew up in a world where everything is complicated. Politics. Pack rivalries. Expectations. Every day of my life is planned out by someone else. You think that scares me?"