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things and starts walking out. As he walks past me he looks in my direction and purses his lips together, simulating an insulting kiss. Meeting his gaze head on I raise my hand lightly off the table, giving him the universal crest with my finger. A low, rumbling laugh comes from the front of the room, as if whoever this person is approves of my gesture towards Gavin. Angrily he pushes the door open and stomps out of the room.
    “Is there anyone else who would like to join him?” Mr. Bramble asks as he gazes scornfully around the room.
    For the rest of the lecture the class is uncomfortably quiet as he explains what he is expecting from our thesis. Occasionally I gaze around at all the immovable statues staring up at our Professor. Callum remains facing forward, but a sense of ease now envelops him instead of his once rigid frame. As soon as the lecture is over everyone bolts from their desks as if they are fleeing from the scene of a crime. Slowly I grab my things, trying to avoid eye contact with my Professor, hoping after our eventful class he has forgotten about meeting with Callum and I. Nonchalantly I stand up and try to exit.
    “Miss Hayes, where do you think you are going?” Mr. Bramble asks softly.
    As I turn around I notice that Callum is waiting at Mr. Bramble’s desk with a mischievous smile streaming across his face, “Oh, sorry, I forgot.”
    “That makes two of us. If it wasn’t for Callum coming up here and reminding me, I would have let you both leave without talking to you.”
    Instantly, I shoot Callum a lethal glare. Why is he so interested in working together again? The last time was a nightmare. Grabbing whatever strength I have left I head over to the desk. Another contraction suddenly bursts through me, causing me to quiver with pain as I hold onto my stomach.
    “Are you alright Miss Hayes?” My Professor asks.
    “Yes,” I utter softly, trying to hide the agony in my voice.
    “Good. I want to talk to you both about what happened during your tragedy discussion a while back. Everyone else did it, but you two. Why?”
    Callum immediately chimes in, “I have no idea. I was a willing participant until she stormed out. So you might want to bloody ask her.” Callum looks over at me with a luring expression, baiting me to answer the question.
    As I look at his arrogant face a surge of anger rushes through me. How can he question my reason for leaving now that he knows I am pregnant? “You absolute jerk. You now know why I left!”
    “I know one of the reasons, but I don’t know it all, like if you are married,” he barks back in response to my accusations. A lingering ripple of fear resonates within him.
    “And you will never know the rest. It is none of your business,” my trembling anger vibrates throughout my body now.
    “I think it is my bloody business, since I kissed you and I’m pretty positive you kissed me back, too,” he snaps back with an edge of disappointment and disgust vibrating through him.
    “How can you believe I kissed you back? I think I gave you a very strong response to your kiss.”
    “Oh, you bloody well did,” he states firmly, as he gently rubs the side of his face, remembering the pain, “I felt the sting of your response the rest of the night.”
    “Well then, what gave you any idea I wanted the kiss, least of all that I kissed you back?” This discussion is causing a rising wave of nausea to form in the pit of my stomach. Just the mere situation of having to talk about that night causes my stress and anger to escalate to an unsafe level.
    The corners of Callum’s mouth pull up in pure satisfaction over a lucid discovery he is apparently about to share with me. His caramel eyes twinkle with mischief as a wide smile spreads across his face, revealing deep dimples sinking into the sides of his cheeks, “You accepted my kiss at first, lingering there before you decided to slap me.”
    Just as I am about to share with him the logic behind my lingering lips,