I can gurentee you that you won't see this plot twist coming.
You're about to be blind sided.
Good luck.
You're going to need it.
You should probably take a moment or 12 to mentally prepare yourself.
Calum's Pov~
“Oh Calum….oh-ffff-uh-oh my God…Oh I’m oh I’m…”
“I know. Shut up.”
Clamping a hand over her mouth Grace threw her head back and bucked her hips towards me. Smirking I planted one last kiss to the area I’d been going to town on before sitting up.
“Miss me?” I asked.
“So fucking much.” She breathed, running her fingertips through her hair.
Laughing to myself I picked up my shirt which was lying on the bed and tossed it to her before crawling up the bed towards her. Still breathless and flustered she struggled to get the shirt over her head.
Holding up two of my wet fingers, coated in….well, stuff, I winked before raising them to my lips and licking them clean.
“You’re disgusting.” Grace laughed, propping herself up on her elbows.
“I prefer the term dirty.” I chuckled, tilting face upwards towards me and crashing my lips against hers.
After a moment, she pulled away breathlessly.
“No.” she said sternly, “We’re supposed to meeting the other guys for breakfast in a half hour, I need to shower.”
“I’m not that hungry.” I replied, “I just ate.”
“Your mind is filthy!” she cried.
“I prefer the term sexy imagination.” I replied, admiring Grace’s bare ass as she bent over and rummaged through her suitcase.
Holding up her middle finger she straightened up and started towards the bathroom.
“Shall I join you?” I called after her.
“No.” she replied, “You’ve had enough you horn dog.”
Rolling my eyes I watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
Laughing to myself I rose to my feet and shuffled over to my suitcase, figuring I should probably get dressed. Deciding on a Mayday parade shirt and a pair of Michael’s skinny jeans, I pulled off my socks when I was startled by a knock on the hotel room door.
Sighing, I dropped the clothes in my hands and crossing over to the door unlocked it before throwing it open. Looking out I found myself face to face with a woman in a hotel uniform.
“Calum Hood?” she questioned.
“That’s me.” I replied, crossing my arms over my bare chest.
Wordlessly she held out an envelope before turning and walking away, revealing a little kid who had been standing behind her.
“What’s up?” I greeted.
Remaining silent, the kid blinked.
“Okay.” I said slowly, “Good chat. I’ll um…see you around little dude?”
Still not speaking he simply watched as I slowly closed the door in his face. Turning and leaning against the door I then opened the envelope and pulled out a folded up piece of paper.
