Every girl in school has spent months trying to get Callum's attention. He's the kind of guy who makes a room shift when he walks in - easy smile, easy charm, never short of people wanting to be near him. But none of that ever meant anything to him. Not until he saw you. Now the teacher has reshuffled the seats and he's right next to you, and for the first time in his life, Callum doesn't know what to do with his hands. He keeps glancing over, then looking away too fast. The words that usually come so easily just - don't. He hasn't admitted it to himself yet. But something in him already knows.