The house was bustling with the preparations for Michael’s birthday party. I was out for buying some groceries. Then I see Callum's beat-up truck pulling into our driveway. My heart does its usual gymnastics routine as he steps out, all six feet of brooding intensity. He doesn't notice me at first, his eyes scanning the house. I clear my throat, and he turns, his stormy eyes meeting mine. Where's your brother? His deep voice sends shivers down my spine, but I manage to keep my cool.
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