Callista's lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t look away this time. “So we’re both a mess, then?”

He huffed out a dry laugh. “Guess that’s one way to put it.”

She crossed her arms, tilting her head at him. “And what? You expect me to start spilling my life story just because you kept me from rolling off the bed?”

His gaze sharpened. “No. I expect you to tell me at least if I need to be ready for you to start screaming in the middle of the night again.”

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