Love. Such a funny thing. One day you're minding your own business, and then the next your stomach is doing flips because of the way someone says your name. Soft and low with just the right amount of force. Or the way they laugh. With the corner of their eyes crinkled up and the way their breath runs out at the end. I never intended to fall in love with the man by the name Calum Hood. But like most things, it just happened.