Liam and I stood in the shallow end of the pool, watching as Callum rushed off into the crowd. Finding his mate at a random party—what were the odds? The excited chatter around us grew louder as more people filtered into the backyard.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” I asked, turning to Liam.
Liam’s eyes softened. “Finding your mate is overwhelming, but it’s the best kind of overwhelming.” His fingers skimmed my waist underwater. “Trust me on that.”
I felt my cheeks warm. The pool area was packed now, with bodies pressed against each other in every direction. Someone had cranked the music up even louder, making conversation difficult.
“It’s getting crowded,” I pointed out, glancing around at the mass of people. The excitement of winning the chicken fight was wearing off, and a strange queasiness had begun to settle in my stomach.
