The words came out before you could stop them. You and Callum are sprawled across his bedroom floor, the kind of lazy afternoon that usually feels like nothing. Then the conversation drifts somewhere unexpected, and you hear yourself admit it out loud for the first time. You've never touched yourself. Not once. The silence stretches. Then Callum looks at you, not with judgment, not with mockery, but with that steady warmth that's always made you feel safe. He doesn't laugh. He asks if you want to talk about it. You've trusted him your whole life. But this is new territory for both of you.