The Teacher's Billionaire

they were just friends. A statement she knew was false as far as she was concerned anyway. His actions indicated it was false for him as well.
    Don’t read too much into this.
She wasn’t an idiot. Callie knew you could be physically attracted to someone without feeling anything emotionally.
    She was still running the events of the last few hours through her head when Dylan draped his arm over her, indicating he was awake.
    Say something, anything Callie silently ordered him. She certainly couldn’t think of anything, but at the same time she couldn’t stand the silence either.
    “Did you decide how you want to spend the day?”
    Callie couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. Of all the things he could have said, she hadn’t expected that.
    Dylan tightened his hold on her. “I didn’t think it was that funny.”
    Strangely relaxed by his question, she kissed him on the cheek. “Not a clue. Maybe we can just play it by ear.”
    “In that case I should go back to my room to shower and change. I want to make sure I’m ready for anything,” he said as he started to sit up.
    She didn’t want him to leave. If he left Callie feared she’d wake up in a few hours and it would’ve all been a dream. “Why don’t you stay and get another few hours of sleep. Then, I’ll make us breakfast.” She said the words quickly before she lost her nerve. “We can go back to your hotel before we go out so you can change.”
    Dylan didn’t respond right away and for a second she thought he would say no.
    Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut?
    Taking her hand he raised it to his lips. “Another few hours of sleep
and
a homemade breakfast sounds perfect.”
    ***
    After a quick stop at Dylan’s hotel they walked over to Faneuil Hall Market Place. It had always been one of Callie’s favorite stops in Boston. Not only was it steeped in history, but it was also a fun place to hang out. There were all kinds of stores and vendors. And often there were shows performed outside on the cobblestones.
    “Do you mind if we stop for a second?” Called asked. They had just passed a vendor selling flowers near the entrance to the main food hall. “I want to see if they have any calla lilies.”
    Dylan stopped alongside her. “I pegged you as more a daisy person myself.”
    “Actually, my favorite flowers are roses. I don’t really care what color. My mother’s favorites were calla lilies. She named me Callie because the name reminded her of the flower.” Quickly, Callie scanned the assortment of flowers. The vendor seemed to have everything from roses and carnations to tulips and daisies, but he didn’t have one single calla lily.
    “Oh well, maybe some other time.” Callie said as she started walking again.
    “How about we grab something quick to eat, and then hit the Freedom Trail? If we see another florist we can stop if you want.” Dylan suggested pulling her close as they entered the main food hall. As usual it was bustling with people.
    Callie almost shook her head in amazement. How did he do that? Walking the Freedom Trail was one of her favorite things to do in the city. How did he know that she would enjoy doing that today? He’d done the same thing in Newport. He’d taken her to some of the city’s historical sites before a great day on the beach. Granted she told him she loved history, but Callie hadn’t really thought he was listening, rather just making polite conversation. Apparently he’d been not only listening but had stored away the information.
    “Sounds great. I haven’t walked the trail in a while.”
    Dylan weaved them through the crowd never once letting his arm leave her shoulders. “Me either. The last time I did I was at Harvard working on my Masters.”
    Callie didn’t know if he kept his arm on her just so they wouldn’t get separated in the mass of people or because he liked the physical contact. Either way she didn’t care. She was going to just enjoy the solid weight on her shoulders and how it made her feel. Special. In a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
    You’ve got it bad.
She really needed to get her feelings back into perspective. But not today.
Tomorrow will be soon enough for that.
    “This okay for now? Then later we can have dinner in the North End. There is one place there that has the best gelato this side of Italy.” They’d stopped in front of a sub place.
    Callie nodded, her mind still on her feelings rather than their lunch choices. “Sounds like a great