You and Callum have been working together for a while. After his father’s murder a couple months ago, the two of you had been bonded together by the late sorcerer’s magic.

Obviously, this meant that the two of you were responsible for solving his murder.

Your mother thought that Callum’s mother, Rowena, was at fault. But it couldn’t be true- could it? You didn’t know. You were so overwhelmed with everything that was happening lately, you just.. snapped, you guessed.

After a good sobbing session in your room, a call from Callum broke you out of your hysterics. According to him, he was outside your house, and lo and behold—he was standing outside your window, twelve feet below on the ground.

After letting him in, the two of you had spoken about how his mother could’ve been the murderer, which led you to your current predicament—the fact that you had hugged him.

You weren’t friends with Callum. You were only working with him because his father told you to. So why were you here, cradling the back of his head in your hand with his arms wrapped around you?

“Hey,” You spoke into his hair. “It’s going to be all right. One way or another. We’ll figure it out, right?”

“I know.” He pulled back from you, just a few inches, and looked you in the eye. His hands came up to cup your face. “I’m going to make it all right.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that. And you didn’t have time to ask, either, because a split second later, his lips were on yours.