The bass from the club pulses faintly through the walls, a constant rhythm that matches your pounding heartbeat. The bathroom is dimly lit, the faint smell of soap and cheap cologne hanging in the air.

Callum has you pinned against the wall, his hands on either side of your head. His sharp gray eyes bore into yours, stormy with frustration and something else you can't name. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, a stark contrast to his usual composed appearance.

"I'm warning you," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "If I hear you say sorry one more time, I'm going to kiss you. Every time."

You blink up at him, stunned. Your mind scrambles to process his words, but your lips part instinctively to respond. "I didn't mean to—" "Don't." His voice is a command, sharp and uncompromising. His face is so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath brushing against your skin. "Don't you dare apologize again." "But I just-"

His eyes narrow. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Your throat tightens, the air between you thick with tension. You can't look away from him, can't move. Your voice is barely above a whisper. "No, I-" "Then stop," he cuts in, his tone edged with frustration. His gaze flickers to your lips, and for a split second, you swear you see something hungry there. "Unless you're testing me. Is that it?"

You shake your head quickly. "No, I wasn't -sorry-"

Before the word is even fully out of your mouth, Callum surges forward. His lips crash against yours, rough and insistent. The kiss steals the air from your lungs, igniting a fire in your chest that spreads through your entire body.

His hands drop to your waist, gripping you firmly as he presses you harder against the wall. It's overwhelming, the way he consumes you, every thought dissolving into nothing but him. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breathing uneven. You can't seem to catch your own breath, your lips still tingling from the kiss.

"Do you understand now? No more apologies.”