Todos os capítulos de Drowning in You: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 39

I noticed Callum's expression shift. The smugness vanished, replaced by a sharp, narrow eyed intensity. He was watching Liam with a level of scrutiny that bordered on hostile. He didn't like the way Liam was looking at me, and he definitely didn't like the way I was responding to him. "We already have a system for rations," Callum interrupted, his voice dropping an octave. "Just give the bars to Miller and he'll handle it." Liam didn't seem deterred by Callum's tone. He just chuckled and shrugged. "Sure thing, man. But I figured I'd talk to the guy actually doing the work first." He winked at me, a playful gesture that made my face heat up. "I'll see you around, Leo." As Liam walked away to find Coach Miller, Callum stepped closer to me, his presence suddenly suffocating. He cracked his knuckles one by one, his eyes flashing with jealousy. "Since when do you let random strangers flirt with you in broad daylight?" Callum growled. I pushed my glasses up my nose and looked at him w

CALLUM'S POV My head was still spinning from the discovery of my mother's necklace. I spent the hour before the dive staring at the sapphire pendant, the cold gold feeling like a lead weight in my palm. I didn't tell Leo everything. I couldn't. The truth about why my mother disappeared and the wreckage my father had left behind was a void I wasn't ready to let him see into. I just knew that the water was calling us back, and this time, the stakes felt different. We were tasked with a high risk retrieval mission in the submerged library. The goal was to reach the attic archives where a cache of emergency medical supplies and a backup radio were stored. The library was a death trap of floating mahogany shelves and shattered glass, and the current in the lower levels was unpredictable. I stood on the edge of the access point, checking Leo's gear. He was shivering, his shoulders hunched in that way that always made me want to either shake him or hold him until he stopped. He pushed h

"Oh god... Callum... yes... right there..." Leo moaned, his voice breaking into a series of jagged gasps. I increased the pace, using my hand to grip the base of his shaft while my tongue flicked against the underside of his cock with clinical specificity. I wanted to push him over the edge. I wanted to be the only thing he could feel, the only thing he could think about in this dark hole of a room. I felt his thighs tighten around my head, his hips jerking in a rhythmic, desperate dance. He was close. I could feel it in the way his breathing became erratic and his moans turned into guttural cries. I used more suction, pulling him in deeper, my tongue swirling around the head in a fast, aggressive motion. Leo let out a loud, strangled scream as he peaked, his body convulsing under me in a violent release. He collapsed back onto the table, his chest heaving and his eyes glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and euphoria. I pulled back, a thin string of saliva connecting us for a f

I didn't respond. I turned and walked toward our makeshift sleeping area, my heart hammering against my ribs. I needed to get out of these wet clothes. I needed to feel clean, even if clean was a relative term in this wasteland.I reached our small corner and began to strip. I peeled off the wet swim gear, the nylon sticking to my skin with a cold, clinging persistence. I shivered as the wind hit my bare skin. I reached for a dry tshirt and a pair of sweatpants, my movements mechanical.Callum was behind me, his presence a heavy weight in the air. He stripped off his own gear with a fluid, athletic grace that I hated myself for noticing. He didn't use a towel; he just shook the water off his body like an animal. I looked over my shoulder and saw the lean lines of his abdomen, the way his muscles rippled as he moved. My gaze lingered on the tattoo on his ribs (nessun dorma), and I felt a traitorous heat rise in my stomach.The memory of the attic flashed through my mind. The way he h

We reached the stairs and found three people sitting on the concrete, wrapped in oversized blankets. They looked exhausted and hollowed out, their faces smeared with mud and salt. One of them was an older man in a tailored suit that had seen better days; he looked like he had stepped straight out of a boardroom and into a nightmare. Beside him was a woman in her forties with sharp eyes and a determined set to her jaw, and a younger man who looked terrified and frail. As we approached, the older man looked up. His eyes scanned our gear and then settled on Callum. He froze, his face turning a pale shade of gray. "Callum?" the man whispered, his voice trembling with shock . Callum stopped dead in his tracks. His entire body went rigid, his muscles locking up as if he had been struck by lightning. He didn't speak. He didn't move. He just stared at the man with an expression of raw horror. "Who is this?" I asked, looking between them. The woman beside the man stood up, her voice shar