Untamed Reunion

Chapter 8

Callum

I ’m not sure how I’m supposed to ever let her go again. No. I let her go once, I won’t do it again. Our souls are connected, whether she wants to admit it or not. Last night was probably one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. After we had our little rendezvous in the woods, we all hung out and laughed around the fire. We drank spiked cider and it was like things were back to normal. All of us hanging out and Hazel by my side. There are more mazes and things that I want to explore, though. I’ll have to convince her to give me another chance and go back for another round.

I’m currently sitting in The Roasted Bean with her order already paid for. According to the barista working, she comes every morning, no matter what. I’ve been sipping my coffee for the last two hours waiting for her to grace everyone with her presence because I’m not missing the opportunity.

I don’t have to wait much longer before the bell rings above the door and she comes striding in. Her hair is piled in a messy bun on top of her head and her face is free of any makeup. She’s beautiful with makeup, but fuck, she’s a work of art without it, too.

“I’ll have the pumpkin spice latte. If you have it?” She asks the girl working. Her fingers are crossed at her side.

“Yep, you got it,” the barista says with a wink.

“Yes!” Hazel exclaims. She pulls out her card, but the latte artist stops her.

“It’s been paid for.” She says before pointing towards me. Hazel turns and I can’t help but wiggle my fingers in her direction. Her cheeks immediately flush as she walks over to me. I take another drink of my coffee as I watch her. She sits down across from me and crosses her legs. She’s wearing an oversized sweater with pumpkins on it and bike shorts.

“How are you this morning?” I start the conversation.

“I’m good, and how are you?”

“Refreshed.”

“I’m sure you are,” she says with a laugh. “I had fun last night, and thanks for the coffee.”

“I had fun too, I’m glad you agree. And no need to thank me. I wasn’t able to do proper aftercare last night so I’m trying to do what I can now.”

“Oh, there’s no-,” she starts but I quickly hold up a hand to stop her.

“No, there is. Last night was intense, not just for you. I wanted to get you coffee, so enjoy it.”

She nods her head in acknowledgment before her name is called.

“Well, that’s me. Thank you, again.”

“Want to hang out for a bit? I mean, I have an empty chair? Unless you have somewhere to be?”

“No, yeah. Actually I’d like that. One sec.”

She runs off to grab her coffee, and when she turns back around, she’s huddling it close to her chest. Both hands hold it as she inhales the spicy steam that rises out of the hole in the lid.

When she sits down across from me, she tastes the hot liquid and lets out a quiet moan, just audible enough to make my cock jump.

“So, what have you been up to? Fill me in on life.”

We end up talking our way through the next hour and a half. Our conversation is filled with nothing and everything all at once. We laugh and get emotional with one another, not afraid to show any vulnerability right now. I listen as she lights up telling me about her new business venture. You can tell it’s something she’s really passionate about, it’s something she really loves.

I tell her about my own business venture, although I feel like I pale in comparison to the light that she shows when she speaks. If sitting here and listening to her paid the bills, I’d much rather do that.

The conversation never falls into a lul, we have enough to talk about to keep it lively. Even when we both finish our coffees, we continue to talk until she checks her watch.

“Holy fuck, I’ve been here for two hours. I guess time flies when you’re having fun.” She jokes, and a big smile crosses her face. I love seeing her so happy now. The majority of the time I see her, she’s wearing that big cheeky grin of hers. “Well, thank you, again, but I really better get going.” She stands to leave and I reach out, grabbing her hand to stop her before she walks away.

“Yeah, hey,” She stops in her tracks and turns back to me. “I’d love to take you out. Just hang out or whatever you want to do. Are you free Wednesday? Say five thirty?” I reach around with my free hand and rub the back of my neck, the skin suddenly itchy as it gets heated as anxiety licks up my spine.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” I can’t help but smile at her.

“Okay. Yeah, I'd like that.” I watch as she fidgets with her hands.

“Okay, it’s a date then.”

“It’s a date.”

I let go of her hand and watch as she walks away. Fuck, she said yes. Her hips sway and I stare for as long as possible, until she disappears out the door. I lean back in my chair again, replaying everything that was said. I have these big feelings and they’re confusing. Part of me isn’t surprised at all. We were convinced we were soulmates. Two pieces to a puzzle that fit together perfectly. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the one, but sometimes it’s that whole right person wrong time thing.

What if that was true and now it’s going to be the right time? How do I convince the person who I haven’t forgotten about after all these years that I’m still the right decision and she just has to trust me to take the leap?

I get up from my seat and head out the door. A breeze hits me as I start my walk home, and it reminds me of when we used to take our own walks together.

Is this a sign?